You're nearing my table. The cafe's done up in techno style. Trance. House. And it feels like a flexible glass wall, techno-shaped, is splitting us. On the path of developing relationships in the world of tactile impulses, there are only material obstacles. Nothing else. That’s how it seems to me. That’s what I think right now. And the perception of other obstacles also happens on a material level. This wall. It’s not actually there, is it? You agree? But you run into it. I know that feeling. I’ve been on the other side. They say: it’s an almost physical sensation of an insurmountable barrier. It really is a physical sensation. There’s no other when it comes to tactile goals. Let’s say it's an abstraction. Perceive it that way if it’s easier for you. You’ll understand later there’s no abstraction here at all.

Metaphysics. Wizards control object movement by sheer will. They know how to wield the connection between thought-energy and thing-energy. The wall appears by the same principle wizards use to move things. Call them old wives' tales, but I think such a principle has a right to exist, and it’s what’s at play here. That’s how it seems to me. That's my perception.

And I hear it. You get it, I hear that same ultrasound. It’s the movement of micro-cracks in the glass, the interaction of its molecules, which don’t let just anyone through. It’s your skull, against which quanta shatter and pulverize in infinite numbers from the inside. And from the outside…

Muscles, skin, hair. Warlike, feminine, defiant. What’s the main thing?