History has always been fascinating. I think I have plundered enough mysteries of where I come from.

Where I arrive is on a wild run across a broken sky, beating it enough with my bare feet to break open dusty hollows that suck my imagination like a fucking vacuum.

The wilderness of achromatic space, continuing perpetually in my furious strides, my frustrated howls, my piercing leaps, my tearful mirth

and my silence.