27 February 2026

Grabbing me like a bitch her pup by the neck, I let go, hang and go limp into a waking sleep. Into standby. Repairing, restitching, reconstituting. Standby. Rewire. Reassemble. Rework. Recode. Reprogram. Are there diagonal lines in this one? What strange code is this? In wavy lines. Why can I not make perfectly straight lines? This machine-cut, straight-edged board contains my wavy lines. It seems effortful to me to draw a straight line. I need the help of a ruler. I have to measure two points from the edge, align the ruler and run the pencil against it. What a performance. I need to take a lot more effort to make a line that counters my nature. Why do I have this nature? Why can my mind conceive a straight line? I think I know why, do you? What does my line say? What does yours?