This story is all temporal break in broken text. It baffles us constantly to the point that we renounce follow any lineage. A tower made of illusionist deception and false leads, a fog that never stands up and in which we have to accept we dive forgetting our usual landmarks of logic. If one wants to continue and accept the dislocation of our habits, then we open our minds to pure sensations. Leaving the rational we reach to the archaic and primitive, in a return to a world where anything before having a sound and meaning first smell, feel, color. Feelings have run even under the draft, nothing fancy but a ferocious appetite for life in an even fiercer universe entirely devoted to obscure and contradictory forces. It is a language of simplicity that mouche.Il complexion strength of this misery and this curse was done one day at a race. The sky-if OCCUR who was so careless to injustice, seeking for forgiveness by donating to the victims of blues, jazz, and Toni Morrison. Sublime but 3 stars because really very hard to follow