It’s been a good day. And it’s just Wednesday, Tuesday just ended and Wednesday hasn’t started yet (it’s Tuesday.5 (Tuesday point five)) tring tring tring tring, tring tring tring tring, da da da, da da da, da da da– da– that was the walls’ song, but my point is, it's been a good day. And it's shaping up to be a good week.I know everything I can/will do this week. First, I think I am going to take tubes & gather up pieces of my soul, and then I can make various objects swallow them and that will let me more deeply understand the signals they emit. See, that's what happened with the walls. That's why da da da, da da da, that’s why that’s that. The soul pieces, given from me to them.Good Monday, good Tuesday, now it might be a good Wednesday. But what if the me from Friday comes running back to the me right now? Here he is, taking his place among the signals of the walls. He says / I say: The tubes which connect each person to every other person? They give nutrition, to the mind & body. They sustain us & make us one big organism. And these tubes have fallen off of you. Put them back in. You’re weak & small & weak & small. Stumbling through the world, confused.