a box

when you wake up too long or too early you might get stuck inside maps that lack the discrete expression of scale, distance and direction of the landscape. my eyes despise them because they are not derived from dreams. they represent the worst trick the reality can play upon you. i stumble and watch the zeros side by side. maybe i will never be able to return. i do not know. but, all in all, what is so knew about that?

::: the flames that kiss :::