looking at


Looking at the bus’-window like: looking at a screen – the perfect – alienation – of my own – segregation. Just started to meet myself, I have to advertise a branded self,

– determination and confidence defined by my personal shape, the curves of my soul, the hips of my logic.

I grip my past to shape my brand, I grip my past to justify,

– to avoid the unknown, of my own, known, – defend, the void, of my own, unknown. And the flux flows through,

my reactions – to your actions – of my reactions.

And I am suffocating, and she is suffocating,

– break, crack, get through, fracture our thick layer of asphalt foundation. Looking at the bus’-window like: looking at a screen – the perfect – alienation – of my own – segregation. Looking at the live show window: tracking, victims of the trigger, unprimed – reactions. Shell cracks, I exult –

Juno Lark burns down, I indulge – Self, radiation, of my self, repression.