big screens at the front playing records in repeat. with slower-slowest speed, also in repeat. sitting, watching.
micro expressions, emotions of newly born.
both, wishes explode inside head.
inside a moving-down lift, building was quietly desolate. i, was alone. its sound warned, rang in echoes. hypnotized me in a strange kind of way. the sound, brought me into another world. then i ran straightly to my left, opened the locked glass-door in hurry as if i was followed. walked through the room fast. asked a man, received a package i suppose to carry as commanded. and walked away.
inside a moving-up lift, building was quietly desolate. i, was alone. its sound warned, rang in echoes. was still hypnotized by the sound. carefully opened the locked glass door. carried the package, meticulously watched people as if i was on a mission. went inside the room. and for minutes couldn’t concentrate on discussion i should listen.
my world, is mine.
can hardly imagine world without numbers.
been days me having three pieces of combro plus a glass of iced coffee at six in the morning. must be, at six in the morning since the air is still morning-cool, combros are bellywarm-cool, and coffee is icy-cool.
just saw a tarantula walking across the side of the wall. shut eyes for seconds, and its gone out of nowhere.
widespread smells of coffee all over the room. drowsiness is now a sin.
have lots of thing to tell to a machine but it’s kinda scary since they say, there are ghosts in a machine. so maybe i should just do real useful thing.
at stage, everything gets bigger than it should.
stages are now pretty cheap, easy and accessible as well.
probably explains that sense of emptiness of overload words.