A building designed to serve as a home and a laboratory. Volatile, ambrosian, yet to be ironed free of the ennuis typical of such a venture.

Drinking the coffee they brew here doesn't embargo the specters sailing in on the wind. I am conscious, and my thoughts are a window I must keep open.
Dead. Thousands, millions of people, just like me. I meet the profile, barely. Just a matter of time. Can't waste what they suspended. Stir in the sugar and cream like your survival depends on it. Be present.
I hoist myself to confront the warm, friendly, positive space around me. I'm still all together. No guns pointed at my head, wordwise or meatwise. Just have to get through another day.
Keep eating, keep laughing, keep thinking. I must build a pantheon to knot them and their logics. Bind enough puppies together to lick up all of the stains of centuries past.
We've got to keep the ball rolling. Stay the course.