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i'm sitting in the fine arts building, currently.
the lights in this room are long and most of them are white.
there are jumpsuits, connected each to each, being inflated by a giant fan.
these are skydiving without moving; falling without falling.
sock-footed and sweatered, i've been roaming the room and
the halls outside of the room (where lights are long and mostly white)
because the floors are cooler to touch, without shoes.
i've written a lot about this (atheism) that i have, as of late.
something about glorious horns and kings on high,
glory and glory and glory. james joyce is teaching me about modernism
and what it feels like to be modern, even though we're all beyond
that already. it seems as if i've gotten here, and missed you all.
also, i cannot talk about it.
and furthermore, i haven't explained it enough.
glory and glory and glory
the lights in this room are long and most of them are white.
there are jumpsuits, connected each to each, being inflated by a giant fan.
these are skydiving without moving; falling without falling.
sock-footed and sweatered, i've been roaming the room and
the halls outside of the room (where lights are long and mostly white)
because the floors are cooler to touch, without shoes.
i've written a lot about this (atheism) that i have, as of late.
something about glorious horns and kings on high,
glory and glory and glory. james joyce is teaching me about modernism
and what it feels like to be modern, even though we're all beyond
that already. it seems as if i've gotten here, and missed you all.
also, i cannot talk about it.
and furthermore, i haven't explained it enough.
glory and glory and glory