Demonic Experiments: Touches That Turn into Obsession

Though not as striking as the last sentence of a movie that is watched with pleasure, thoughts that turn into fear wander over the plants in the room. The sharp components of the air inside do not give up until their noses bleed. It is debated how a deconstructed plot ruined the script, but none of them have ever completed a few films without going to sleep. While these people, who are too clumsy to create a pyramid with two playing cards, talk about cinema and editing, I touch the flowers in silence. I'm questioning why I'm here, even though I have the answers I'm trying to find, my mind is playing tricks on itself. I am not sitting next to the plant, but now I am sitting in the restaurant under the building, whose seats are very convenient to watch the people passing by on the street. My body has already descended by walking seven floors, and he sipped a cup of hot coffee and sat down in his favorite place. When the waiter entered the kitchen, someone inside the house came out of the kitchen.


I feel as if there is a black hole in the pale, traditionally patterned carpet laid on the floor of the room and I have discovered it. I jump into it and switch to another place but the same time period. My desire to get away, to disappear is on fire. I want to walk to my death in endless valleys where no other person can find me besides those in the room, and wish that the dark-lord will be the last thing I touch when he finally finds me. I have had this desire since my childhood. I have never felt part of any room. My valley is based on my pleasures.

April, 2023 paper collage // by Demon Ego