Headaches and dreams. Poison petals and slow soft decay of time. Dreams and drifters. Blind beggars and bent bowls. Prisoners and keys. No direction home. Wanderers, soapy smoke and songs. A feeling of love stuck in the asshole of longing. Chicken cheese burgers with coke. Television screens and editorial despair. Drills, afternoon window drapes and in the beginning there was chaos. Golden prisms and lips. The forest burning. Death of winter. Soft sleep and plunged darkness. A room with no view. Coffee, cigarettes, and cafes.