,,-^§%¤@## ##@¤%§^-,,
,,,-^§%¤@# #@¤%§^-,,,
,,,,-^§%¤@ @¤%§^-,,,,
,,,,,-^§%¤ ¤%§^-,,,,,
,,,,-^§%¤@ @¤%§^-,,,,
,,,-^§%¤@# a dystopian mc donalds toilet steals my #@¤%§^-,,,
,,-^§%¤@## agency. too much agency already in this ##@¤%§^-,,
,,,-^§%¤@# room. saturated. i can only do what it #@¤%§^-,,,
,,,,-^§%¤@ wants in the way it wants. @¤%§^-,,,,
,,,,,-^§%¤ ¤%§^-,,,,,
,,,,-^§%¤@ - ^ - - ^ - - ^ - @¤%§^-,,,,
,,,-^§%¤@# #@¤%§^-,,,
,,-^§%¤@## but: in a miracolous fraction of a ##@¤%§^-,,
,,,-^§%¤@# second, its true thoughts slip through #@¤%§^-,,,
,,,,-^§%¤@ to me, previously unheard even by its @¤%§^-,,,,
,,,,,-^§%¤ builders (the room was thought to be ¤%§^-,,,,,
,,,,-^§%¤@ without consciousness). @¤%§^-,,,,
,,,-^§%¤@# #@¤%§^-,,,
,,-^§%¤@## the room thinks about creatures lying ##@¤%§^-,,
,,,-^§%¤@# down, going off to sleep, making #@¤%§^-,,,
,,,,-^§%¤@ themselves comfortable first... is this @¤%§^-,,,,
,,,,,-^§%¤ only optimizing a resting position for ¤%§^-,,,,,
,,,,-^§%¤@ the body? or is there another will @¤%§^-,,,,
,,,-^§%¤@# involved? #@¤%§^-,,,
,,-^§%¤@## ##@¤%§^-,,
,,,-^§%¤@# a dark listening taking place, #@¤%§^-,,,
,,,,-^§%¤@ a silent concert. @¤%§^-,,,,
,,,,,-^§%¤ ¤%§^-,,,,,
,,,,-^§%¤@ is there another desire injected at @¤%§^-,,,,
,,,-^§%¤@# hypnagogia? something from the other #@¤%§^-,,,
,,-^§%¤@## side, guiding them, ##@¤%§^-,,
,,,-^§%¤@# arranging their bodies. #@¤%§^-,,,
,,,,-^§%¤@ @¤%§^-,,,,
,,,,,-^§%¤ ¤%§^-,,,,,
,,,,-^§%¤@ @¤%§^-,,,,
,,,-^§%¤@# #@¤%§^-,,,
,,-^§%¤@## ##@¤%§^-,,