Landscape May 28, 2014 9:51:40 AM – 9:53:33 AM

Was there really a fire somewhere? Through the hole in the fence.

In every day, remnants of meaning slid along with me. Somewhere behind the eyes a careful lamp looks. Like another day where that was impossible. Then someone tried his hand at literary debate. Incomprehensible sentences to dress up in. I wrote nothing down in that period. You answered like that.