I am not interested in my own thoughts anymore
The Machine does it for me
I just lie there
contemplating these four flies at the ceiling
one of them is doing a peculiar quadrical dance
fly’s quadrille
never seen anything like that before
not that I care about the flies
not that I care about anything
People!
Trying to press my head into my hands
to consolidate, to close the circle
to calm down those algorythms
Mother
she is there too, in my head
and my lover Judas with Jezebel.