as white painted on back we observe and behold this tragic obscenity for nothing changes it doesn't matter anymore anyhow be honest what did you feel that day? you were alone as always even though the apparatus provided you're being host to another leech in the end it didn't change anything at all
eye is pale sight doesn't exist the stomach is swollen the curse is alive
with light speed this village goes by only one light burns in one house the only sign of life among all those ghastly buildings this is a fen fire made by those who have the need to do more than only throwing rocks the smell of lilac brings us back to a lake where we discovered it all the crow is our guard a scavenger who guides us through these nights