I’m sitted next to the window. Ground control to major Tom. I left the window open. Commencing countdown engines on. The sun. Now it’s time to leave the capsule if you dare. It comes through the window. This is Major Tom to ground control, I’m stepping through the door. My cheeks are warm. I’m anxious. Here Am I sitting in the tin can. I went to the supermarket this afternoon. [repeat] And the stars look very different today.
Bought some fresh onions, milk, bread, degreaser, biscuits and a box of
Tampax. I’ve been thinking a lot. Sometimes it feels like way too much though. Your circuit is dead. What about? Can you hear me Major Tom? Life? People? Myself? I don’t know. I’m feeling apocalyptical and bleu lately. I’m feeling very scared. Why?
I told you, I don’t have any idea. [repeat] Maybe ‘cause when we think
we know ourselves sufficiently to act, to engage ourselves, to fight,
to keep your words, to walk, to see, to control your motherfucking
impulsions, to live and I’ll cross one hundred thousand miles then plaf! we fall again on our asses or ideals or whatsoever I’m feeling very scared makes yourself some kind of a valuable person – so hard that… well you know. It’s damn sad. I think my spaceship knows where to go.
Ok. Understood. Assumed. It is not the end of the world, isn’t it?
Guess not, even if… nothing. I’m going for a gelato now. Pistachio, of
course. [Stands up] [sings] “Chchchchanges on a base of strange, changes! [sighs] Time may change me, but I can place time”, huh! [door shut]
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