Overview
I lied, a follow up of my first book of collected poems "let me be, your absent friend". It was designed to push further, the walls of self-correction and conscience that was set in motion by the former. The difference here is that, the fate of the subject in nature, as epitomized by Kantian Blues and as a follow-up from the first book, becomes more important that the thing it's own self was supposed to be, within nature itself. Thus making the nature of pure reason (true or lie) and practical reason (freedom and good so to say) more plastic and a bit exploitative for any reader's desired will. In short, many will not be too wrong, if reference were made to this, as an entertainment hiding behind a given-time, a place and a society - after all lies and art are susceptible to both.
