Nothing changes and moves. It seems to move when it is seen. A tragic story begins. The beginning is probably such a thing. But, three days from that time My eye is blood running.
Hair is disarranged.
A memo danced to the high sky. The wick of the mechanical pencil spread out in one side of the floor. A monitor becomes a condition like Toastor. Brain is miso soup. More, very It can Kabuki me.