I am strange here and here is strange.
The shapes would seem to have meaning, would seem to have line, but only seem. Lines don't match unless I want them to. And I don't want them to. Or, better I don't want.
I am alone.
The essential condition of a stranger is to be alone.
I am a stranger because I want to be. I dont want to be of this.
Too many words, too many words.