I carry you in it. To the cry itself

 I carry you in it. To the cry itself. to his thirst They go over the names. We put our names on the pajamas. As we saw its fun side, we began to put it on our clothes and, over time, on every object in the house. The last night of indifference. Something didn't lead, for some reason, to someone's house, to strangers. Absurd. There were no questions, no previous count, no prevention of the future. Too little for last time. Narrow bed for the body to sleep. absurd night. Like the ones that go Those who are going to die watch a film. To distract the void. The images fall into the gaps left. To the sound of the images. They are folding like seas. Of dirty water. Clouding the past with bedbug itch.

Autobiographies. Write en miroir. Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.