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