Dreams 4

Analog. Digital. Lost in Translation:

time, time unending, endless time, through the folds of language, laundry folded and folded. Stand and unfold yourself.

The self is folded. Truth to its innermost parts. The bare bones of truth. the skeleton of truth cares for no one, stands alone and vegetates. Time alone. Time extended. Time.

Max looked at the clock. he could hear the clock ticking and ticking. Endless, the same monotonous sound. The more things change, the more things remain the same. Depression. Things to do and yet things to remember. Time. Exit. No Exit.

Going to the bathroom. The shit hardens like a rock stuck up your ass. It explodes into diarrhea. The Big Bang. Time endless. No discrete entities. Endless. Nothingness.

After Beethoven, after Nietzsche, is there only Nothingness?

Nothingness bound by Infinity?