let’s start over again, but from the beginning.
the very beginning, that one.
when there was nothing.
just a long narrow hallway, seen through a glass door, no windows.
you have a hammer and a clue.
the wider the cycle is, the less we remember.
once you break it, once your foot reaches its perfect floor, it s gonna change shape, it s gonna bend, swirl and plummet.
but there aren’t handles on those cabinet doors.
you fool, you should never trust reality.