funny. i think it funny.

it was a grand plan that I thought up. but i got missed out.

without ancestors, without future; without continuum and without my place in time and space. i have to begin afresh, again. wait till there are only ashes left, till everything has died out – and then begin to call bread, water and sun their names. not listening to my intuition, which says that this time again i'll manage to go only a few steps forwards before my plan secedes from me and walks away, leaving me without connections, without context, without face.