I am a shell, move through me salty, lukewarm, sort of slimy (something sweet that is also slightly disgusting, like an old peppermint candy that has melted into the paper) the whale is drawn to deficiency, means: will choose the bed that doesn’t have a pillow, the lover that doesn’t…

As the blue sun appears under the right and the red sun appears under the left armpit of the sky, I feel that what I will leave written here is unimportant. (I enjoy the ease of this little pain that I have to deny.) I write secretly, so the stars…