We dream of windows all the way down or walls that encircle us to hold lives inside like the guts of a stabbed belly. If they are not pressed close by walls as hands press close we will gush forth.
Bears with the force to bend bars dream of making iron flowers of the unwrought cages. A garden they roar a garden for us all.
It also does not think that the unity of time & action is of particular importance no not nearly as important as the unity of a world of matter & a rage of world
On that wall someone has written SMOKE PIGS! in spraypaint. It is not an ad for Pig Brand Cigarettes.
In the next scene there is a slightly pink tundra, flecked with spots of black. It is a probably the first slightly pink tundra in…
a factory cannot edit itself it can only persist or collapse these are the basic conditions in which the wind carries the black & the wind in all directions