Michel Serres

Michel Serres, the only writer who equals the compulsion of Nietzsche’s prose.  You feel like running through crisp air under burning sun, traversing unknown territory, and being born always anew. Sing the desire for luscious life; envelope, lose and hold again, its many faces.  Amor fati, Michel Serres!

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