What can I do but us in the spider's webs in multiple disconnected parallel dimensions at hand where it is easy to love without a sticky smell without unfortunate separation of the bodies because the constant eye contact seems true without a doubt reality without debt charged on account of the obligatory must in those unknown books of the clandestine double accounting of the relationship to the other means of existence for caudal love

 Letters written at random from the windows of skyscrapers in all the cities of the world Intrusive orphan illusions where you remained without intruders time without remembrance of a truce although never, in its contradiction, eternal Firstness, Secondness, and Thirdness  inaccessibility inaccessibility חוסר נגישות  inaccessibility inaccessibility through the letter of the real, of what is imposed on us by the visualization of each arbitrary letter inscribed in this invisible glass of each window of the said skyscrapers, symbol of cultural globalization