Slowly it all goes weird. No ceiling, no walls. No sky. Falling down. You should see it. It's not a normal sight. Yet if there was something true within it you would not wonder I think. Yea. Because things are not like that. Things happen, and stuffs move on. Nothing left to fear, nothing left to hate, nothing left to listen to and in some weird way interpret. Music? Yes. Shadows? No. Berries? Why not. Cake? Sure. Cameras? Maybe not just now. Idiocy? I already got that, thank you. And lo! why was that? Surely no one can find what in that is not that in what is not that in not what is not that is weird. Yea, and I said unto them: Thou shall make sense, but they did not listen. They did not understand. Yet it was all so clear. If only they would understand. They would see things differently. And yet. And yet not. No one would see that. No one sees walls without windows that's not there. Not even ceilings. No.

But yet. Maybe if someone did? Would pineapple be included? Would cream? Whipped cream perhaps? I'd like that very much right now. But I'm not sure it's available at the time being. No. I will have to do with something else. Madness? Not really. Madness never really solves problems. It just hides them. So that's no good. Maybe buying a wall would do? Maybe painting it yellow so people can see it? Maybe calling someone somewhere on random and ask them to slowly tell how it comes that flipper ever aired? The deep mysteries. The deep gibberish. I'm not really involved. Impulses can surface in the sea, as they can in lakes. But in creeks. That's the stuff. It flops up and down and it's just small glimpses, not making any sense. So you grab it, you notice it, you try to interpret it. Do you succeed? No. Usually not. Most people don't. I don't. I can only miss my walls.

But walls is not all there is to it. What about floors? Floors are quite important, but not quite as important as, say, hidden vegetables. Yea. That's more like it. And you can find them if you look, perhaps. And thus it may make sense. To eat. Maybe. Or not to eat. It's vegetables, after all. It's nothing easy. There's nothing obvious. Nothing clear. Muddled. There's good things, there's bad things. I would like to see myself as a good thing. But compared to vegetables, most people are. Most things are. I kind of like this keyboard. It was cheap. Cheap like the moments in life which you get for free. In a way. Yet you strive, mayhaps. You work. But does you get anywhere? Without no walls, no. Walls are important.

Walls. Yea.