I heard you running after me, because you felt this once, didn’t you? Come, walk with me.
I know that I have felt this dwelling and this one too, and somewhere within the folds of my memory, there remains a formless falling of words that will tie me to this place.
But first, you have to put your vision of a crystallized world of ordered homes and quiet villages to the side, and see? A curious system exists of a classification by lines and a species of color.
Something, is pushing something, into existence.
Move with me by these windowless dwellings, and look, a tensing, flexing multitude of ridges, and, along the ridges flow channels of color, and in these channels are some circles, some bright, some dull, and some interrupt the flow as others pull away.
Coger en un trampa is to catch in a trap, but this is the right way and it’s a marked path, so just follow the lines and you’ll find an exit. Me? I think I’ll stay awhile.