"Your blue eyes match the general terrain. a bang. I imagine that we are science officers of a spaceship and I am first officers and you do something with translations. the noise of the plant.

The system, which warms up before the membrane trembles and dances, deafens ears, makes noise, the basses that waft at the edges, like inlays woven into my breath, the bloodstream, roar like on the autobahn. One hit after the other. I wish I was a 9” speaker, trembling, vibrating, screams run through me, mind-blurring noise. A film of sweat settles on me, your ear closes to check my breath.

The impact, my mouth slightly open, weak, swallow badly, I can't, I would have liked to have said something else."