Landscape — Antinomy in its own time: I should know. Something after was pouring out, dazzling its double structure toward filling empty assembled boxes you were bound to organize. 

Losing light downstairs. And nevertheless you were rushing then pausing over more optical symmetry. An interim for you, pushing up and out. We got laid before. There is little point now to hold back (cremate) any fixed melody tonight unless there is nowhere else.