You know - you're so much easier to talk to when you're asleep . . . Phenomenal lucidity can be just as blinding as utter darkness; light as that which it precludes. A bedrotten stupor - a blinding evening light, always concealed - in which all present sensoria dwell and are disfigured. Unwieldy results. Purity, elation; a deep, happy dissatisfaction. What is it? Nothing but gray: the amalgam of everything that is or could be - sound as taste - a beach into desire - not much else as. With adroitness, engulfed in sentiments de nostalgie, saudade, and dulcet remembrances. Huh. This place is falling apart. We were told. And yet we find something to adore in this empty carapace. “Falling out and hearing nothing.“ I think aloud through my skin. Within this decadence, slowness has begun to feel like a warm embrace, as we settle in.

Sonos sicut fluctus pulsus in aeternum.

Divert your gaze from the sun. The nuclear binding energy for Californium 313. Vitration and permutation of molecules, a medium energetically intended to propagate the dangerous idea that there is something about life that we want. We find an Object that refuses to repel. It converges to a single vanishing point between volition and intuition - that which beckons and deceives through excess - as the golden hour turns an umbra blue. Listening . . . Drowned out. You're asleep.

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