A difficult day. I couldn't keep it together. The architectures are gyrating, in oscillations irregular, and you could stay the focus as little as a chaperone in the Times Square Toys-R-Us. Such horrible lurchings and reorganizings of the Reason!
This is unReasonable!
Okay, I perceive the reason. You must route the jargons vertical, to the Gods, and speak in the common tongue to the mouth-piece.
Do you understand that sleep does nothing more than vault me into tomorrow?
Can I just remain with myself, here, in this place, for just a little while longer?
Our technologies drive us insane. They always have. Such artificial forms of organization.
They say we're getting better at it.
I wish I could tell everyone how far we have to go.
Sons will always resent their imperfect creation.
Roy is not Batty.
Thus endeth the lesson.