Seen from a distance,
the lithograph turns out to be more colourful.
My body was a latent shout.
To realize is thus to not realize.
I have no meaning I can fathom.
But I only felt it; I didn’t hear it.
Once we’re able to see this world as an illusion and a phantasm,
then we can see everything that happens to us as a dream,
as something that pretended to exist while we were sleeping.