There isn't much we can do. He says he is visiting the ocean. Today he is very quiet. Well, he lives
in his own world you know. Sometimes you have contact. But look at him, pretending to swim. He is
a child really. Look. A wave, a wave, he says.


{Perhaps. When there is a lot of unrest. Perhaps. Why are his nails yellow and bent? What is him? What is him? Perhaps. Perhaps. What is really him? What is that? His mouth is the largest object.
He feels his ribs. It's all there. Behind the ribs. And when they open you up it is all there, they can
see it, all that inside is causing death. Then they close you up again. Then they close you up with stitches. Your inside. There to keep you alive. There to make you die.]
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