I lost the taste, distorted into metal in my mouth. I know there's a room, a bridge connecting sense and the madness of atoms with the Greeks in their clothing and the cleanliness of blood in animals; I just don't feel it anymore. So much is artificial, so much is an arm's length away from me. I know there's a room that doesn't negate the world, nor exists in only fairytales, I just don't have the taste. There's so much more than my boredom.