Over the past few years something is strengthening. UB doesn’t know what exactly, but he calls it a quantum. No concrete words to describe it. It is good however.
The rehabilitation of a quantum
Bowlding, moulding, swelling like grass. Crashing insanities nevertheless. Convulsive movements, CRYING FOR BREATH. Cancerous tumours more or less. The yellow head of the pimple has gulped open. The cure. Nobody cares. Nobody has to.