He stumbled onto faith and thought
God, this is all there is
The pictures in his mind arose
and began to breathe
and all the gods of all the worlds
began colliding on a backdrop of blue
blue lips, blue veins

blue, the most human colour.



How do I feel? I feel in suspension, in circumstance, in isolation, in other dimensions. Mindlessly, my eyes itch, my throat croaks, and I choke on my salt and vinegar, bile on my lips and heavy on my tongue.

That's as much as I should say though. Feeling sorry for myself should be a crime.