when I was seventeen, I had several animals in my bedroom. if a tree laughed out loud an no one was around to hear it, would it be laughing, would it be happy? I'm not so concerned with the algorhythms of life. search bars use algorithms. inside the cup there is coffee. underneath my skin there is blood. what use is a calculator if I am numerically illiterate. what use are lies to the philosopher. I've been walking to find the bodies of those animals in my room that are no longer in my room.