distortion

the blurry shape of my fingers this morning. of all mornings. my hands were out of reach. lost in some mediaeval time capsule. i tried hard ... but then it laughed back in my face. no i am unable to move, unable to breathe. my breath is some unknown kind of blood. i press my hand against the great wall of time. it's all inside my head but still i can see it in between raptures. i am infected with information. but i can't see it. that's all there is.

::: stay entertained :::

closing time/imaginez

our time thinks backwards, she said. our thoughts are reversed and the past is quite ahead of us. we have died and we will be born. everything is fulfilled before it happens. the sounds we hear are incredible. every day we watch flowers disappering in their seeds. consequently, i must reconsider all the weird shapes in my head. there is no chain of events, everything is just happening. i stumble and it is eternal.

::: tacheles :::