Cryptic message scrawled on my fingertips. Don't know who wrote it. Could have been me. Why would I write it? What was I trying to warn myself of? So I read it. But the message changes every time. A desert. A storm. A prophet. A damp city night. Panic. Rest.

Can't piece it together.
Don't know what it means.

A blindingly fast informational jetstream.

Trying to remember the ones from before...

An ambiguous facility blanketed by snow.

Discarding some, keeping others. Filing some away. Connecting them. Connecting moods.
Trying to relive each one
Trying to stop the motion. To reverse. To tame. To isolate.
I forget everything else.
I abandon time. I abandon communication.
Until I am drained.
And what have I got to show for it?
Nothing tonight.