amfibian

weird little creatures beneath the stairs, laughing and counting the steps, getting amazed by the lenght of your feet. The ceiling gets higher and then comes near your head with a bizzare movement, walls made out of melting wax, still you're getting cold, colder, colder.
The elevator is transparent and the floors get counted wrong, as if 6 is before 3.. The hall seems a crowded highway and until you get to your door millions of monsters try to bite your ears and plants run holding knives.

the water brings them all back to their way.

television works as usual for 3 hours.

then water again. the shampoon bottle getting empty, your hands fool of soap and water getting violently inside your ears, the black towel hanging on a blue thing glued on the wall.

music and plans for the insane future. :D

and wondering why people do still have such an impact and why I am such a fool.