Okay, here's what I did. I don't know if this is... anything:

...

No words can...

Yeah. Stillborn thoughts and hard cold stares. Watch the thinker.

Awkward soft meditative presses on keys. Thoughts trapped in marble slowly given form. A Pause. Ambience. Slow.

The drones of nature bother me. Does anyone else hear them? Harbors of the mind waiting for ships of thought. Esuamas. Lighthouses signal them; Who, no... Something about curation. Bad stuff.

Sometimes you feel awkward in your body. These hands are mine. They seem small. Where do you go? It's thoughtfully tough. Joyce can do it. Or something. Quite a site. Quite a sight. Either works; The former works better. Accidentally. Theory of Accidentals. My face bothers me. My foot bothers me. My my bothers me. Prententions? Perhaps. But aren't we all pretentious by design? Ego Id Superego. Ego sum, ergo sum. Kalla. No, Kala. No... Fuck; it should be called proteus. Fucking hell; It's kallos. κάλλος.

Slow meditative guitars with a kind of... Prententions? LOL. Does this count as a stream of consciousness? What is a stream of consciousness? CAN you stream of consciousness? Back. A Freeze.

Nothing works. Fuck it. SIGHS. Once marble is carved it's carved; Can't uncarve it. Just throw it away and start again. Are there enough blocks? Scary thought. Better study the act of thinking. Sometimes you can fix a mistake in a carving. I did it just now. It's always at a place where you're working, though. Where you finished, no more. You run risk of destroying your work and turning it into something... Quite different. A pause. Not here, but where the ellipses were. I hope that's correct. Two "l"'s. Remember that.