doors must be opened and closed, and then opened again

pyramids of rythm are retrofitting the brain searching for new stairs leading into undefined dimensions where certainly I will get lost

electric drops are slowly but surely filling the silent dark static ancient black sea, finally the famous Professor Frustone is up and running now

following my steps in the fresh field, I always pay attention to insects, I really do not want to kill them: in a moment they could be me, and I could be them