In a plexi-glass cube, a girl sits overwhelmed. thick haze sheets the box.
since she cannot see, she begins.
single letters. small words. sketched into plexi-glass vapor
"P” "L” “E” “A” “S” “E”
“U”
“T”
“images” “on” “my” “box” “walls” God.
response: box fog lifts to see-through walls
only white
she thinks for a whole time period...
then vomits words
in any combination any order or direction rational and irrational mixtures compose and decompose simultaneously all sense is nonsense and nonsense is sense
until a black scramble
is pure word
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