What do you see from outside your window?
There are some old buildings
They don’t look like they will last very long
I can’t tell you more
The curtains are closed
How are you?
It rained yesterday
The sky has been overcast for most of today
Its cool at night
How are you?
So what are you planning to do?
There is an empty light socket in my room
The material catches the light from the hall with a dull glow
The hall light is on
I go to sleep looking at it sometimes
I have been staying in this room for a year now and its time to leave
The light socket is still empty and I’m sleepy
The disease is not the thing itself
if you want to find the meaning of the disease (the cure)
do not look at its signs
they will point back to the question
that is the disease itself
if you want to know what the disease is
you need to ask
of what is it a sign?
we shared a silence for the longest time.
i realized i had begun to comprehend.
my mind was back in my body.
he pointed a finger to his head
like he was holding a gun
there is a war going on here
with his other hand he hailed the open window
it’s going on out there too
it has spared no one
suddenly he began to scream
why doesn’t anybody FEEL it?!
he looked back at me
there were tears in his eyes
his skin looked much grey-er than it had before
i looked at my hand
it looked like it was made of human skin
with human muscle and human bone underneath it
and maybe a soul
a long shadow of the early evening followed behind him.
The eyes of the black coats
through their veils…
ACT 1 002
The number of unread books on your shelves
is equal to the number of fractures inside your skull.
The goal is to become a perfect sphere.
But the sphere is to gradually shrink, its density viciously increasing.
Till it collapses upon and into itself.
And then it will pull they body back into the nothing behind it.
Leaving some of your information behind it.
And so it goes.