having done everything and found it replicated itself into everything to be done, still the thing isn't done. I look at another thing and find it is focused replete giving formful. I look at this thing and it is blurry and fades out before i can fix my eyes on it. where's its centre? it gestures towards. when is it's thought from? 1991. it falls over and groans.

tea, tea. less seriously. seriously less seriously. ok.