interrupted-transmission
2.20.2005
Listen carefully to the drone of the beetle burrowing into your skull. Through the flesh and ivory bone it burrows.
The beetles feeding on your brain.
I don’t understand. People talk and I hear every word but I understand nothing. Their voices needle me. I stare blankly at them and they take me for an idiot.
They are speaking in my mother tongue. I am not unfamiliar with the words. I know them well. That is not where the problem lies.
The beetles have eaten away at my brain. Dug a network of tunnels in my brain like a badger set or an underground railway.
The sense data arrives but it cannot be processed. I understand nothing.
The beetles feeding on your brain.
I don’t understand. People talk and I hear every word but I understand nothing. Their voices needle me. I stare blankly at them and they take me for an idiot.
They are speaking in my mother tongue. I am not unfamiliar with the words. I know them well. That is not where the problem lies.
The beetles have eaten away at my brain. Dug a network of tunnels in my brain like a badger set or an underground railway.
The sense data arrives but it cannot be processed. I understand nothing.
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