Disregard the first part of this entry.

[calamardejesus]

?
.
!
...
tout le monde fait des erreurs occasionellement, n'est-ce pas? oui.
je suis desolé, je n'ai pas de pensées aujourd'hui pour vous. peut-être que vous préférez une autre personne?
il pleut
le piano
on pleure
les machines sonnent
j'écoute
son
son et lumière
.je ne peux pas écrire
,je ne peux pas voir
rien!
je serai meilleur, je le promets.
. . demain . .
des horloges [
l'impulsion () () ()]
des horloges
[l'impulsion intérminable] --
pourquoi demain
je ne peux pas dormir
je ne peux pas
je ne - pas
je - - -
- - - -
la rotation
la spirale
tournez
tournez
retournez
allez
parlez
ne parlez pas
restez avec moi
ne restez pas avec moi
vous, vous êtes
mais vous et moi, nous ne sommes pas
je suis fatigué
bon nuit
mais je ne peux pas dormir
bon matin
mauvais matin
assez de matin
pas matin
je serai meilleur
j'ai menti
j'ai dit la vérité(
j'éspère)
ah, je peux écrire maintenant
adieu
[vraiment? non,
je
ne
peux
p
a
s
.
]

en fait, bon nuit.


?
.
!
...
everyone makes mistakes sometimes, no? yes.
I'm sorry, I have no thoughts for you today. perhaps you would prefer someone else?
it's raining
the piano
someone is crying
the machines are sounding
I listen
sound
sound and light
.I can't write
,I can't see
nothing!
I will be better, I promise.
. . tomorrow . .
clocks [
the pulse () () ()]
clocks
[the interminable pulse] --
why tomorrow
I can't sleep
I can't -
I - -
- - -
rotation
spiral
turn
turn
return
go
speak
don't speak
stay with me
don't stay with me
you, you are
but you and I, we are not
I am tired
good night
but I cannot sleep
good morning
bad morning
enough of mornings
not morning
I will be better
I lie
I tell the truth(
I hope)
ah, I can write now
goodbye
[truly? no,
I
can
n
o
t
.
]

good night.
What I want is for all this ambiguity and these barriers to be done away with. I want to perceive every person from every angle, at all times. What they did when they were 5 years old, sitting on a fence with their best friend and confidant -- or maybe by themselves. What they thought at the precise moment they discovered the meaning of mortality. Who inspired them to write a beautiful story thirty years from now in the autumn. Their why's and what's and how's need to be mine and everyone's before they are no one's. And merely talking won't do it. Nor will simply observing. I need a persona machine to let me leap between the myriad minds of these people, to teach me what it is that makes each one act as they do. Then perhaps I can begin to decipher this life.

Failing that, there's always playing some music. That, I believe I can do.