Us. The open body. Take a breath, tinnitus. Then hear the white noise, no power, no sense. Write in a small role: My resignation. Then swallowed the small role. Or not do anything with the small role. Draw up a snail distracted while talking to someone. Sound remember, remember the body, whole body, five in the afternoon at Bozar and pictures of Frida Kahlo. Remember how people out there without being stopped, to look the spots with blue ink on the paper. "Diego, I'm alone." And he: Will close, come on. And Frida: Diego capitalized. Maybe SOLA also capitalized. Do not know. Have you looked cool food in the dishes. She smoked sometimes explained with his hands in a new way to comb. You looking at food. Knowing that the sound would reach the right ear. "Tinnitus is defined as the perception of sound without any external sound source from which it originates." But then transforms. It is not a "pure tone and simple" nor "a complex noise as rumor of the sea, steam, or a bell cricket." Frida's diary is a night for years. It is his writing in capitals DIEGO'm alone. Maybe ONLY in capital letters. Do not remember. But Insurance Diego, Diego and Frida written and waiting. A different night tonight, especially with different temperature. Otherwise surely smelled and was inside of another house. But remember now, arriving just now, and that sound turns out there on that very page daily.
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