It was the autumn when the residents of Unpredictable Unpredictability
were hit by a wave of not more exactly expressible devouring restlessness –
their pale faces were almost lost in it at times.
I know nothing of that, I have never been there. My head
is empty. I say only what the rapid
urgent spittle of a testifying transformation
step by step brings me. It’s growing! Restlessness
seeps to me: “daylight and indistinctly striding
feet”. Where am I?