"Mountain...Heavy are the mountains, but that changes over time.Sky...Blue sky, what your eyes can see, what your eyes can't see.Sun...There is only one.Water...comforting.Flower...so many alike...so many useless.Sky. Red, red sky. Red is the color.Red is the color I hate.Water flowing, blood. The smell of blood. A woman who never bleeds.From the red earth comes man, from the soil.Born of man and woman is Man.Town...a human creation.What is a human? A creation of God? Is it a human creation?The things I possess are my life and my soul. I am a vessel for my heart. Entry plug, the throne for a soul.Who is this? This is me.Who am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?I am myself. This, that which is, is myself. That which is formed is me.This is the me that can be seen, yet feels as if this is not myself.A strange feeling. I feel as if my body is melting.I can no longer see myself. My shape is fading.I feel the presence of someone who is not me.Who is there, beyond me here?"
Malden, Massachusetts, United States