Capitalist tactics are sustained innovation in nowhere equivalent to —  
Ah 
 
all right.. You sit languidly, the other side of the room, locked in capitalist circumstance. 

You like to dwell publicly on crispnesses in whispers in the air. You chill the sorbet and warm the surf insidiously. Your sleep is spoken of in a language recognized by flowers from evolutionary distances. 

We’re hankering to choreograph the open air in touch w/ the outside. The sky shaped in squares, bolted w/ blips on simplex-repetitive top layers, tethered for interpretation.  
You and I ingest each square as one, at once. Blind tessellation, exhaling while we file phrases compelling investors, scientists to work together.