<< BACK TO RS001 LOG Born dreaming, conscious little of vague matters, linking systems to symbols, tirelessly systematic, his world rendered. (Is it coming now, sufficient individuality to develop a body?) Thin, bloody, feelings dripping alone. Solipsism crept red; wireless kompüter groaned. (It looked even more like hot and dying human life.) Struggling, grey, the blurs float... (down?). Halfway upstream were to be infinite steps of a message, concepts reflecting a stranger brain.
Laughing his words, broken but free. || ego-skeleton aureolin