I wander around this rather temporary scenery; there is no sun, nor no moon but yet a light seems to eminate from somewhere, it almost annoys me that I can't stay focused on this phenomenon long enough to care.
I ponder around the corners feeling the irresitable transmission from a unknowable reality. But yet this screen, this invisible reality seems to offer something extra, something which requires a deposit that I will never get back.
I lock eyes with the key of my own satisfaction, the few syllables that actually matter. The silence is blaring and the flourescent lights flicker silently. A square of continuance envelops light and content.