They said that the hours were required to design, you could not get out. Yet in those same hours kept saying this thing about the vanishing points. I thought I was being put to the test.
Later I was told that they would run away, but I do not think it's fair to say that instead of running away when you are looking for something. The world outside was a mythological place, littered with collapsing structures, exposed wires, broken glass in the skin, high voltages. Of possibilities, in fact.
There were human inventions with a direction, such as roads, rails. I quickly learned that you had to respect the leadership, above all else. Do not cross the tracks, so it was written. Do what you want, but do not cross the tracks. You're not one of ours, if you dare.
chasing the things I liked, until they disappeared, or I did not disappear. Then I stopped and put me to sleep. I wanted to see me often, over a small wooden boat, black and white, and all around the placid waters. There was also the night sky, but the constellations changed each time. In the dream, I lay on the bottom of the boat, looked up and wondered what to worry about: of not having a port or a bank of destination, not knowing which way to row to reach them or have nothing to paddling.
I was scared of anything, I danced too. Dancing would not be a disaster if he had said he did not want to be dancers look like much to the waiters ... so nice and casual, and yet so similar to themselves. I never understood why they all need a pair of shoes for dancing.
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