Elliptical

Phlangers ringing out of clubouses... periodic "fuck!"... mist emerging from an alleyway, spookily lit by a single headlight... the reflection of one monstrous office tower off another one... exhortaions to expanded consciousness, (or C. G. Jung's sermon on the Serenghetti plain)... entangled human keratinized shrubbery... murderous/suicidal ideation, for real this time... the voluptiousness of spandrels... untold story of the girl in the miniskirt... anima continues to grasp and falil her snake-hair... forgotten conselling commitments... the blurry abyss of the swans at night... spinal realignment as an excuse to lie down... energies gained and lost... the realization that others have way more accomplished... people out of their context... pushing and pushing to realize what consciousness is... searching for answers in idosyncratic marks on paper... mists from below a sign of profound welling up, rain from above a gift from on high... "I forgot my mantra"... oscillations and waves burning holes in our retina... "hold on, little mouse: just fifteen more minutes"... told story in some, and untold story in each... po-faced just won't do... the awesomeness of conceptual Jiu Jitsu... "that's all well and good, but her narrative seems too well put together"... inexplicable posturing... gay promise rings... appetite gutted by stress and soup trucks... rattel of pneumatic drills somewhere in the distnace... lights through the windows and eyes, but also flashes of unprompted visual experience... muscie twitches on the anthill, and I move away.

Consider: "I compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me."