I went to the museum and saw a preserved biorat carcass, really delicate manufacturing behind these, the redesign doesn’t come close at all, so much is lost from diverse life, if you even want to call it life: it poses as a summary of everything past but only a flattening of it, there’s nothing microscopic— or even properly detailed, it saddens me. On the walk back from the museum I almost slipped on the remains of one of the last generation vermin, I took a good look at its spIne, not great, not great at all, maybe even sloppy. The E-yes were misshapen and not in proper places if you look at the trajectorial e*****n. The car door is more biologically coherent than whatever happened to this poor species, I cannot handle any more of the suffocation. This is my third fake identity, I’m on the run because I’m happy being unhappy with myself, It seems that everyone forgot the qualities of being asymmetric. I have to get the newest model of the E-glasss to hide the wide gap between both of my bioeyes, I never see anyone with bioeyes anymore. Since I was like fourteen, I don’t know, it all came to me: readiness is Wallace, action is Gromit. Of course, I found them through the illegal DVD player that was in the basement of my first apartment. Gromit is the intelligent and silent one, which is how you execute something, but Wallace is eccentric, and that’s what you need to move against the tides.. I found the first experiencetoration of a classic film behind a trash can the other day, signed and pushed by the director too; I decided to stick it into my old headset and see how much changed. Wow. It’s hard to watch a movie where you can’t even smell the mold in someone’s walls. But what really caught my attention was the scene in the bathroom, I was watching Josh (the main character) test every single brand of shaving cream and the effect it has on the dryness of his bioskin, but rather than focus on the actor’s pathetic performance and listen to the saccharine and gratuitous pop song playing during the montage while each pimple develops and pops on his pale cheeks, what really caught my attention was the towel. I was sitting on the toilet (lid closed of course (it’s a digital simulation not like it actually matters)) and right next to it was the beautiful gray towel. The gray towel looked at me and I held it in my palms, a new sensation, I looked deeply into it and found multiple seams, errors, strings, and the hem. Oh the hem, what a wonderful thing you are, hem. A slightly rough area near the top and bottom of the towel, so coarse, I bet it felt warm too, but the movie’s too old for temperature simulation. What happened to towels? Where are we heading? This is not the truth.