“Aren’t most of the trivial incidents of daily life like this ridiculous
adventure? But in an attenuated and diluted form, reduced to the
duration of a step, a glance, a thought, experienced as a muffled
impact, a fleeting discomfort barely registered by consciousness
and leaving in the mind only a dull irritation at a loss to discover
its own origin?”  

Raoul Vaneigem


people rarely came to visit.

so in an attempt to gain insight into what it would be like to be a guest,
he decided to spend some time in his spare room.

now it is doubtful that he will bother to come back himself.


he opened his eyes.

saw no further
than he did with eyes closed.

he closed his eyes.

saw horizons
as distant as those
with eyes open.

he was no longer afraid of windows
or their frames.


sleeping on the floor
provided comforts
usually denied him.


settling into his armchair
the weight he felt
had little to do with gravity.

it was rather a question
of resistance.