What is this endless house, and does it even exist? Cosmos on the one side, the absence of reality on the other. But, where are up(s) and down(s)? Is it possible to leave the room and not get lost in the hallways trying to find the next door? Can the all-encompassing word be recalled? No, because it was never coined in the first place. The obviousness brings fourth the illusion, and the illusion dissolves into an abundance of questions. The spirits grow restless, sick and tired of waiting.
So Depressing, so Appalling
Solitude Rules!
There Are Monsters Outside
Who Invited the Moon?
Nobody Asked You to Rise
Like an Afternoon Ghost Hunt
... and the Underpants Too
Wrong Address, Obviously
Trying to Remember
The Symmetry of Confrontation
A Bit of Emptiness, Finally
The Reduction of Light
Reverberations of a Mind Game
Domesticated Lunacy
Playground of the Fallen
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