identity

1.I.I.I.I am. I exchange it with another and step outside where the sun shines. Another person walks up to me and gives me some words. I respond by giving her some pleasure I have with me. I do not 'understand' this, but it is mine and I see no reason not to give it to her. The words she give me are easy and I digest them all quickly, any interference with my world view gone because I am empty, Monty Cantsin, immortal. Total abstraction of each step down the street. Wake from a deep sleep into a deeper sleep. The ideas now seem all the same. Wake up-