I just love the way how the streetlamps are swinging in the wind. Independently, beautifully. You know the ones that are hung on wires over the street. I just love that restless, but yet so peaceful motion. I have been away for months. Somewhere deep inside my head. On the edge of the space and universum. Looking for the deepest secrets, but not even finding myself. I haven’t been eating, but still I’m as fat as always. Been sleeping under my bed listening to the cars passing by. Seeing strange dreams about fights and battles. The struggle of man. Misery. In the end there was a big dark biomechanical vehicle. Like a one that could be designed by H.R. Giger. It’s big cannon targeted towards my house. A dark man stepping out and bright light turning on.. and then nothing.