I couldn't feel anything G. from Guinea flying over the empty Boston Bridge

 I couldn't feel anything G. from Guinea flying over the empty Boston Bridge. The waters were transferred to the deep ocean where the forms are blurred. That seems to be all: the rest? Things, present objects producing misunderstood perceptions. Without what do I experience? The dissolution of the causes. Hence the nonsense. When reality falls in thousands of divided drops on the tiles, it will remain scattered but the danger will be dissolved in its invisibility. That is why the aquatic current fails to represent it; and mixing remains as an insubstantial act.