the red subconscious, atomic mushrooms, concrete overlays, asbestos dust, screens and mirrors in which I see shreds of myself - I feel how I'm being swallowed unpleasantly. doctrines flutter casually and cast shadows like clouds as I drag myself through chess-like centuries and collective amnesia. i close my eyes inside the eyes, I'm not me, I'm walking next to someone I can't see. whom I sometimes manage to visit and whom I sometimes forget. i feel that time, place and events of my dreams are inconsistent, non-linear and formed independently of will. i wake up with the decision of the new moon and realize that the logic of my thought is a subject of its own laws.