How to: balance in-between.
Slap here, slap there,
Don’t look, don’t talk.
Move! Don’t move
You have no fucking idea. How can I have the pain of my pelvis being crushed, without its actually “really” happening.
A man came by my bedside early morning before yesterday. He wheeled in as Whistler´s Mother. Although from left, not right (as her) Turning towards me, becoming transparent into his bones, and then whoof! Off again. Not sure what to make of it.