Beat Your Heart Out

Urasabite no omoi.
11,037.600 minutes old and counting.

Nature of the function
Present this idea in form
It should never be literal
It must be reworked
I don’t want imitation
I want creation
A creature that is an independent entity
With a life and problems of its own
Authentic and permanent
Full of poetry and knowledge

It’s raining in Boston and everyone is gone. Time to think. Think to time. I’ve gone mad and there is no saving me. No one ever wants to know the truth.