Oh september where did you go? And i read the pages over again It's all the same but I like to read it again, the way it lingers the way it goes we make machines but the machines remake us and I could read till the end of the page read it all again, it's all the same and it is nothing not nothing, something not quite right yet not quite negation not quite defined and I could read till the end of the page there is always that distraction it always passes always something going on but I will have to pass.