When he set sail 'cross the strait of an evening with nothing to do, somehow he failed to notice the stormy weather, and it's been bad before but now it seems worse than ever and he wants, to find the edge of the ocean some eternal and remorseless decaying watery horizon, and it's somewhere in the tesselated scene he's got his eyes on, what he sees when he lifts up the screen, some infernal machine that reports what it finds in your mind, it's perpetually unraveling in a backwords timeline where you unlearn everything and don't know who you are, and it's somewhere he's never been to but he hasn't gotten far it's still inside the apartment, there's a busted coffee table to the left, and the mail's piled up and nobody's done the dishes and the abyss that' staring back at you is all in your head

And all the fractals forming the shapes of people's faces, like the corniest posters at the head shop, like the blandest cliches, and you wonder when you die will it feel the same way, like all we are is recycled and predictable and there's not really any freedom in even going insane and when it all comes down to it you can't break out of the prison but it still feels like a miracle to be standing in the rain


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