In every calm, and every word
the place lacks something, the very
moment I step into the lid of its dip,
into its service. Interactive
architecture, a world that is built for my manoeuvre. with persons! of
whom to interact, easily, even naturally, and paths of which to walk
with, not against or at war. I wonder why I feel uncomfortable, then,
at my dress and my shoes. Unproper I, am
unproper. And so unrelated to the click, and blink, the glance that
ends too quickly, the look that never leaves.
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