In the bounds of space there is a place where the corners form this infinite case of dwelling. And in the walls there are empty calls from the people places things direction to somewhere else you take it and you meet greet the different consciouses that come out to linger here there where wherever the corridors take you us me to the desert of a deserted movie theater to the ocean of crocodiles set free across the tennis courts outside but you us me can't get outside. but you are outside. Outside of what is was might be real before and maybe after it won't be the same the name is there but you've perhaps forgotten what it is was might be for you us me neither here there where it's gone. But it will come back.
My grandma has lived in an apartment building all of my life and I spent most of my childhood there. As I grow older I keep having this re-occuring dream that her apartment building has become an infinite space that I can't seem to leave. Voila.