What am I talking about? What am I thinking about? I'm at a loss of all and nothing. Dumfounded. A precious mode is obliterated. A treasured mood is transformed and ultimately shelved very far behind a dozen other cannisters holding all sorts of feelings that never should see the light of the day. People, people go away.
The People's Commissariat for Enlightenment...
Hard edged geometric purity.
Why live in the world when you can live in your head?