I used to belong to places. But

the places always get tired of you, and

move you along to somewhere else. They

don’t always do it on purpose.

Usually the places would like to keep

you, and sometimes they tell other places

about you, and to be friends with

you. Especially the tree places. They

are always very friendly if you know

how to unspeak to them. But

the olive-trees are a bit thought narrow

and flirtatious. Tree places you can

alwaysgo to. I miss the violet places.

And the rose places. The bergamot-mint

places here are kind funny snobby.

Anyway, the places are nice, but you need

a manyplace place. Then I had Greyspace,

that I could carry with me, and that

has thegrayshadows of Violets, and a

rabbit and some other things. But grey

shadows are as empty as the images on

a television scren. Emptier, in fact. Like

the image that escapes with the sound from

a radio. but now I can find light shadows

and uncolors no matter I am.

So much energy. It’s wonderful. But the

energy is only for me to borrow. To use

to create more energy and return.

Like a human energy bank. A white

hole. sometimes, though, there are black

holes. Energy consumers. Vampyres.

Things that consume energy and destroy it.

For no purpose but to destroy energy.

They use a kind of anti-energy.

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