In a moment the ears will be filled with the sand. The spirit of scraps will ascend over the matter and, eventually, will recede into the safe distance. And again, the ground will crawl under the feet, this time very low, extremely low, in the exact third bottom of suspected depth. You will tread the clouds, my dear, thinking that it might be the greater extent of reign, but it is only height, only another ten thousand of kilometers, while the foot is still only a foot and as long as you walk, you own only your twenty three centimetres on the right and on the left side.


I'm not due to anything else.