The terrified windows flee

In the cultivation of consciousness. To the introspection of others. Hanging the mask from a hanger. That is why this ordinary trip can be a real hell. Dozens at a time sound especially today, as other times they sleep, sounds moan, from the system, beeps, grinders, fluorescent wails pinch space, cutting crackle, with buzzing lights, and still still fish and rotten meat, moldy charcuterie , vomit, ammonia on a sheet, fluorescent room, pulsations in the eyes, the distortion bounces, the images bounce with glare, the terrified windows flee with strong shakes dislodge building a material tunnel in space, multi multi multiple, the jumble of bodies of disturbed objects,...

Autobiographies. Write en miroir. Palimpseste on painting. Mirror surrealism. Random intratextuality.