I am barred from the event.
There’s so much I want to tell you about the way I’m disappearing.
The little things neatly placed in a row somewhere on a table. By chance some light on the right spot. That’s all it is.
Bending the light forever and ever.
One side of me is kind of really sombre and the other side of my brain is very erratic.
I suppose you can never tell what an artist will do once he’s peaked.