#visitors

- What. -- What what what. - Why are we here. -- Yeah. - No we should be back home. -- Yep. - You're distracted. -- Yes I am. - Too much life. Ordinary shit. -- It's good shit. - Yeah I know. I know it's good. Pause - Still. -- It's these fucking drugs.…

-- I can be anything you want. - No. -- What do you mean "No"? - That's not what I want. -- I don't understand. - Wait a minute. Can you wait a minute? -- I don't understand. I can be anything you want. I'll do whatever you want me to. Don't you want that?…

Opening instances in parallel. There is a correctness, a succinct and clear fitting of mechanical parts. Of figuratively mechanical parts. - Also actually mechanical. This is true. Or can be. Or isn't but is romantic enough to be. Romance indicating intimacy, possibly inferring sexual intercourse...

In this instance, means less than it may have in the past. I must be afforded this conceit. That I suffer Asthma is a good metaphor for the template of existing, inclusive of its remedies. I will have come and gone. I suspect I have already left. Periods of time during which it is quite…

After the rarefaction, the compression is inevitable Today is a day of excess There is too much Third party failures are particularly trying, directly and indirectly Beautiful things are poisoned by bad necessities The trying things keep rushing in the flood The good things keep departing Pragmat...

I notice my nose doesn't bleed any-more I sleep less Then I sleep more That I now have downward spikes as fast as the upwards Very quickly Acceleration A point of contact And it's over too quickly The mechanics of muscle-memory are too strong Take over with efficiency I want to slow them down The...

- You're making it rain. Blink -- Sorry? - With the... it's raining. I stare -- Watering the plants? - It's raining. Blink - The plants think it's raining. -- Of-course. And the grin - Are you supposed to do that? -- This is coming from the tank of rain-water. - Where? -- Around there.…

I'm tired Every scent I smell today reminds me of Japan I miss it I'm beginning to miss it every day The streets of Osaka, Kyoto and Tokyo Music makes me think of it, even music I've acquired since coming back It's Europe this year but I'm longing to return to Japan Human contact, while…

I sit for hours in the house The windows open In the darkness No music On the table before me is a pot of Jasmine tea A cup This is what I want to do Without interruption In this time Everything is an interruption And the Strangeness is not strange at all

- What? -- Nevermind. - No um... Pause -- The others wouldn't ask. Inhale - They wouldn't? Blink - They haven't? -- Perhaps they just haven't yet. - No I mean they hadn't, I was surprised but that also works. Perhaps they just haven't yet. Blink For the first time in years, literally years, I'm&h...