This is Neoism . By that we mean the human body. Cities, streets, Romantic dreams of the perfect Monty Cantsin image flickering like a single frame of film . Slow down the conceptual film and blink while you watch it. Lie back on the bed, eyes closed, he needed time to keep the conspiracy going.
Reality is a social construct.
He lay panting. She lay panting. A trip to the post office to exchange energy by mail. Eyes go out. Dreaming of a big dog looking at me and slips inside my body and dissolves.