Excerpt:
Form eats meaning and asks for dessert.

H2: Geometry Goes Snout

No pink. No chatter. Only structure.
I am pig distilled to blueprint.
Every line negotiates with void.
I have edges where others have feelings.
Mein Schweinsein ist ein Winkelmaß.
Emotion = cross-hatching.
Desire = symmetry refusing to behave.

H3: The Snout as Architecture

Two portals.
One question.
Zero compromise.
I am built for clarity and confusion alike.
Inside me lives a silence with sharp corners.
Even my breath has perspective.

H2: Dialogue of Dimensions

Line: I contain you.
Shadow: I complete you.
Pig: You both overestimate yourselves.

Together they form a trinity of misunderstanding —
and call it design.

H3: Abschlussoink – Precision of the Absurd

I am not drawn; I am decided.
Every black stroke an argument with chaos.
Still, deep inside the ink,
something soft oinks once —
very quietly,
like geometry remembering mud.