ERUDITION DOES NOT EXIST

We create spaces, we make sculptures, buildings, sounds, gardens, cities and other creatures. Those spaces in the end create us as well. And where is the beginning?

They are waiting for me, those shining minute dots in the dark. Glitter, food, funky drinks. They are standing on tables, they are taken care of. I am here. Too miserble to get up. To fucked up and lying and normal to see them shine.

To discern would be a great thing to do some day. I would be able to see all the beauty that lays outside the window, and all of it that is left inside me. Draught flowers on a window still and cool braze, that indicates equable weather. Maybe I would also see through her. Reading those opaque signs she sends me, or she does not. To discern would be a great thing to do.