I was in the pi– scented –otograph. Laying on the cold –d. And the boundary was spreading like disea–se. Like disea–e. And there were no boundaries left to cross. Only the space imagined from due discou–rse. I was in the boundary. Abducted by border guards in the. Back country road. Back country road. Ba–nd. Oh oh there were no no atmospheric devices. There were no –d out and the basement was so moldy and wet. Mildew spread like spider webs on these. Back back ba–. –ountry road