November 23rd, 2002 - 7:04 a.m.

A fact, two hallucinations, and another fact.

This elusiveness is exemplarily to this edacious mind.

Everything is in chartreuse Adobe Illustrator outlines. The ostrich is being scaled and rotated. Flipped, and rasterized. The corners of the room curve. Speech exits as text (DINMittelSchrift, size 12), from two point outlined lips.

There is something crawling, nails digging into stucco, on the ceiling. An emancipated version of self. Smaller. Dust matted hair; skeletal structure protruding crudely from stretched skin. A Buddha smile. Most eerie. It flickers, on, off, like an old film projector.

The sun is rising.

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