“Here. Where I am anonymous and alone in a white room with no history and no parading. So I can make something unknown in the shape of this room. Where I am King of Corners. ”
“I am on the hunt for constructions. I come into a room and find them whitely merging in a corner.”
“I am the foam that sweeps and fills the uttermost rims of the rocks with whiteness; I am also a girl, here in this room.”
“Am I gay, am I straight? No, I'm just slutty. So, where's my parade? What about slut pride.”
“I was like, Am I gay? Am I straight? And I realized...I'm just slutty. Where's my parade?”
“I don't know what I am thinking. But I am alone. I am trapped in the net of the room. In the net of humans. I think maybe I am drowning in the net of humans.”