After much time spent in silent meditation I have conciously chosen to break my vow of silence.
For any of you who have not read Paul Auster's
City of Glass, I would highly recommend both the
novella and the
graphic novel. What begins as a noir detective story set in New York City transforms itself into a many-layered commentary on the link between the nature of language and the nature of identity.
Click
here to read my short paper about eggs, the tower of babel, and the arbitrariness of it all.
Note: I wrote this the night before it was due, so please excuse the errors you will most certainly discover. Or, even better, comment on them.
