falling through the ceiling. sinking to the bottom. I’m here now. slipping past the guards now I’m hanging in the garden. waiting. but you're not here. through the doors of your office. clean hair, briefcase and mustache. are you here now? I’m throwing rocks at houses. slashing tires on the city busses. but I’m waiting and you're not here. record my voice then eat the tape. I’m just the one who waits. this could take all day. my camera flashes and I save the frame. locked in a room but then I escape. I start to spin. my vibe radiates.