Profound embarrassment this obliquity of expression. I am my own opponent to the direct subjectivity of my life. The triumph of the bazaar over the obvious. In this elegant life do I dare to eat a peach?

What Jazzy jargon, me a anglo gorrilla, masquerading innocence, grasping for security. Our recourse for the past is hidden behind a thin veneer. Partly rooted partly alive.

In this elegant life do I dare to speak of imitation? How influenced we are by the images of objects. The dark chamber seeks to illuminate the sun. Intercepting rays experiment with octaves of feelings. Speak of motion. Speak of wheels. Speak of screws. Speak not of the weighing voice. The moody arrangements of books and balance. Partly error partly excellence.