The utter transportation. The journey of my soul. The ugliness of my outer me. Could not care less. I am and I stay. The jams of the lanes. Breaks other illusions than hearts. I can still see the ocean. I can drink from it’s water. I can eat from it’s innards. A wet garden of delight. Deep down under. Nearby the light but so below abd beyond. A world of other physics. A world of other motions. There is still a world. It just is not ours. We just take what we want. As always.