Printing a map to save someone

Departing. No turning back at this time, everything is ahead now. A basse line and an everlasting black frontier are your life contour. Computers and fruits, sand and trees, wolves and early birds. I will phone her, don´t worry. Feeling melancholic and with no curiosity. One thing leads to another, and every little mistake is taken away. No common sense, printing only.


Now laugh. And listen to this. It´s very important. Swim away without having destiny. At some stage you´ll find a big rock. Try and climb it, without her we´re doomed. Every single life contour will be erased. Later the technician will come home and cut telephone lines. The birthday document will not be printed. Printing failure. Check the colour partridge.


And that diamond had to be returned to its rightfull owner
And Albert found a boulder on its way home