as he was silencing the sea of nimata at exactly 4:34 in the morning, the world was allready gone. the project of poking holes into a table of tar, and this directive was rather uncomprehensable at first, but he realized it in the most humble way possible for his current situation. poking for days and nights. hole after hole, noticing a strange silence in his mind as he continued. you need to know, appoximatly one year before, he (formerly a normal person like you and me) he thought of himself as a combination of the stockmarket and art, in form of neoism or something like that. his parents where dissapointed seeing him in a state like that, but now, after silencing the sea of nimata for some time, he was very glad to have become a high-vessel for the cloud. and so were his parents, only seeing the physical comfort that arrose from all this letting go of personality and control. once a book impressed him, and his current state reminded him of this scene where the slower you moved the faster you got forward on your way. of course this was different. more like moving slow in all directions possible at the same time. and slow in a strange sense of natures way (without being nature at all). he himself had difficulties describing how it worked, but also he knew that the moment he could describe it, it would no longer work. he´d loose his job in the name of cloud and fall back into this fucking stockmarket-neoism thing he got rid of exactly a year from now. having said this the clock proceeded to 4:37 and nothing was the same anymore. the silencing was done. the world has ended, but even now he continued poking the holes. as if it was only a subtle fade from his world that just ended into a new one, where you have the unimaginable advantage of completely relocating your inner self. this time it would not be his own. and a feeling of exitement crawled up his spine. taking another cup of darkest coffee possible, that received the name of “neubach” that very instant you are reading this text.
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