hooves, doing her segmenting and isolating of bovine into mechanically separated packaging preparations, the information maze, I imagine she is lonely without me there. I am defiantly lonely without her. My jeans are soaked through to the outside, and watching I see blood drift down through the open hole in the roof, it covers me, so that now I do not recognize where my legs are and some hundred thousand surrealistically built office buildings make up the gray space, my mind is purposefully filling it all in. Chambers caved into thin rectangle shafts pass over fog, turning slow before a base sphere that appears, revealed only from its emanating light sources there within; the sphere of all future office buildings, spinning slowly in the fog, attachments long and thin from the most impossible facets. Chambers emitting light pass by in front of my vision and the fog dissipates softly as the offices slow to a stop before me. There, ever so slightly the fog closes in over parts of the mechanism like clouds turning it invisible and speakers sound, buzzing into stagnant air compact, leaking symbol, foreign scribble enters the air, moves away, the fog in yellow glow in my vision. Glitch passes over the whole generated town, over the symbols over the fog and everywhere the lights in the offices burn out at once. It’s muggy, uncomfortable, and stale. I sit here noticing my feet have healed back to normal, and my thighs are no longer punctured through and my hands are
INFINIITY