The ticket that exploded

“Oh oh what can the matter be, John?—Our revels now are ended—These our actors at St Louie Louie meet me at spirits and are melted into air—Into the Japanese sand man—Flying over little life rounded with a sleep—Matter be? Lies so long at the fair”

A berserk assault on our conception of reality, the human, and how we think we are in control of our lives and our situations. Endless sentences of beautiful power.