The identifying neo-remorse

 The identifying neo-remorse. Waiting for the lack of words. Nor does the field think. Because field. Speak like the sea. In an unknown language of water. It came to him from the sea. Maybe also air. they smell loneliness. Inflicted by the signifier. They imitate the being he has left out. Leaving us as his favorite fruit. Mouths borrowed for good. Although they sometimes curse their etymological roots.

Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.