The waves

It is indeed a misfortune to be caught in a world where language is, in and of itself, a barrier to reality. Tell me which words are true and I shall count them on my one hand. And the square and oblong try to unite in a failed attempt.

Has nothing been real these past twenty years? And these phrases of my twenty years are swept away by the charwoman perhaps, or by a careless caretaker. Yes, the coffee shop closes and we all must leave, must venture into the falsity that is reality.

The coffee shop closes and I am left on the corner of these two converging roads.