“I got to the whole Scene ineluctably intertwined not by
Intuition, nor the Hatching of *this
Plot, but regardless, it Began and did:
while laying in Bed, oddly, how I thought: ‘everything, Conspires’, which means, In Other Words: I Crave an Interrogation obstructed
by its own Immovability”
-Boris
Izsus 2012
