This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.
There are no hierarchies, no infinite, no such many as mass, there are only/ eyes in all heads,/ to be looked out of.
We all want what's been suddenly disallowed.
ONE PERCEPTION MUST IMMEDIATELY AND DIRECTLY LEAD TO A FURTHER PERCEPTION
An American is a complex of occasions, themselves a geometry of spatial nature.
I hope you're representing the devil's advocate.