Hyposubject

In life, I saw things with a great deal of meaning and purpose.

At times, as if possessed with maniacal energy and purpose.

I waited to understand reason, but it seems to gather speed and breadth, as if reason itself, once
started, began to breathe and grow on its own.

Verbs, for example, prefer not to live alone like me.

But officials have said the hole is perfect.

Now, I will focus on the practical use of the past.

The light of day. A blue chair standing before the mirror.

It occurred to me sometimes, after the tragic end, the fifth of that week, arriving where the doors
were closed, that I may have died.

How do you feel when the world is big inside your head?

Another common moment.