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We lay sprawled on the street, and took turns embracing the doll.
It appeared someone had been filming it,
so we did it over and over again.
There were people that found it weird and came to ask about it,
and when they pointed at the camera, there was nothing there.
I felt like my body was turning invisible.
The time is 5:04pm.
It's a really hot day.
I'm standing aimlessly, hugging a big doll.
My body temperature and the doll's become one.
I begin to think I'm a doll myself, and I hold my breath.
I imagine that someone has left behind something of theirs.
I can never feel my body's contours this clearly.
As if the world has become my own negative film.
Just by doing this, I can be imprinted onto film at any time.
The time is 10:44pm.
I was once friends with a crazy person who believed the world had come to an end.
He was a painter. I liked him.
I often went to see him at a hospital for crazy people.
I would take his hand and take him over to the window, and say:
"Look, over there."
"Look at all the waves in the sea."
"Over there, look, the boat...
how beautiful it is!"
He would shake himself free from my hand with extreme force
and run toward the corner of the room.
He was really frightened.
All he saw was ash covering the entire earth.
He was the only person that was saved.
He was forgotten about.
His illness wasn't that uncommon, apparently.
The time is 4:24pm.
Even I might fall in love, if it was in a dream.
The things that canals see
are earth and the sky.
I run, from place to place, pursued.
Nature.
Even water people live inside my head.
Hearts, and things like hearts are in my head...
The time is 7:50pm.
Even I might fall in love, if it was in a dream.
The things that canals see
are earth and the sky.
I run, from place to place, pursued.
Nature.
Even water people live inside my head.
Hearts, and things like hearts are in my head...
The time is 7:50pm.
You and I, we're both alive.
But in your eyes...
The crystalline of the eye
and the material you
The time is 2:16pm.
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