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Burgundy Fairchild
What is having your hood on inside meant to communicate,
Sebastian?
Even the word โchopperโ can mean so many different things.
There are glowing triangles hovering โround the entrance to your room
leveling judgement upon all who enter.
Sebastian
try to understand
Sebastian
try try try to understand.
There are skiing brochures in wicker basket in the downstairs bathroom,
and skiing is spelt so strangely.
But what other choice do we have? Itโs not something you
can just go rogue with.
Sebastian, do you hear
The Moldau
in every bumbling brook?
Do you always prefer the B-side
as a matter of principle?
Because I do. And to the extent that I am you
and you are me, we are scrambled eggs.
The world is scrambled eggs.
We are standing by the window, Sebastian,
looking out over the silent parking lot. And
it is the way I see the world:
as if through glass
Because the music in the lobby by the
window seems to be saying that nothing
ever happens.
But this parking lot used to be a swamp
and before that there were Pterodactyls
And before that . . . Hot Goo.
They still teach Pluto in school, and Pluto
is wrong. (Try not to extrapolate)
The Buddhist in me thinks thereโs
something
after this, Sebastian, but the hotel music says
otherwise.
Promise me you wonโt believe it.
Promise, promise me you wonโt believe it.