I cut them in pieces with a sharp knife, as if they would seem anew after such a rudimentary treatment.
But no, it's a hoax! After forking them back into piles, the same old sentences! Still unable to attain the right flavour of these new thoughts.
I fall in a pit of explanations that serve no other purpose than filling the space with sound. Was it me who said that the city is too noisy?
Better to shut up. "All is well in my Universe, when I start taking pictures of my food."