I’m awake. It’s 04:30 a.m, hence time to sleep.. I found some quotations that I’d written down in class somewhen two years ago or so, from the Manifestoes of Surrealism by André Breton. Actual surrealist act:
"I have since met a man who had a mirror for flesh; his hair was the purest of Louis XV style and mad refuse shone in his eyes. I saw the splendid bird of sabotage perch on a railway switch and saw the cold obstinancy of blood that is an irresistible look pass into the fixity of wounds that are still eyes.
I am not on earth willingly."