sometimes I enjoy a plain view

of the process

something like a balloon

bulging out from clay

both earthly and ethereal


no no

a tree well founded

surrounded by decaying fruits

no no, excuse me,



or a swarm of flies over smelling shit

ok ok

in the sewage of a prosperous city

– rectilinear city



yes, I have mixed feeling about the Kafkanian process of growing up

there’s a secretary preparing a dossier about it

the process is growing