Cars look oh so so sad.

Roads look oh so so drab.

Windows copied and pasted.

Buildings look pixelated.

Alphabetical names.

Dropping, wet dripping.

No rain will blur invisible ink.

I think you think I wrote it down.

Why are you wired in to the wall?

Why are you wired in it at all?

Know you won't believe it -not until you see it.

No. Know you won't believe it -not until I write it down.



I touch you, touch you.