The 20th century existentialist philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre wrote, in Being and Nothingness, “The obscenity of the female sex is that of everything that gapes open.”
No further comment.
Words, the elusive entities we construct in order to know one another. Words, the constructions we build in order to arm ourselves and set distance from one another. Words, which history has told us are mightier than swords. The way we articulate existence and the universe, the way our logic degenerates into contradictions. Words, they bring what is inside of us, outside of us... So here is the place where words flow freely, where this moody moon can unleash the contents of her mind.