Written into the world as nothing were the same, some logic of history.

Strangers

No notions.  Surface light.

Moving?

Dreams pass.

What intersects from the previous day?

Dreams a mechanical record?

And the day?

Nothing were accounted for the loss of information in the previous day.

Deliberate?

I am ill.  I am well.  I am fine.

Records are like this.
 
Tranquil.



Writing?

Yes?

Say no in another verse.

Make profession or have no peace of it.

Watch your manner.  

Speak.


Active attention.


Place.  Format.


Oddness.


You are Croatian?