turning in circles is your namesake, ennoia. your name, yo/u/i/w/ennoia. butterfly advises… beware the traffikers of the unconscious. what does your dialectics say about oppression, or does it only speak about repression, which is down to you, witch-machine-cultural myth? inhibited action? what is your lost language? do you have one, too? is it witch-machinic-mechanism? the dialetical we we wee all the way home. where possibly, there are no butterflies, or amazons brazenly baring their body-breasts, only to be misunderstood. creative self-creative re-creative relationship to discourse. exclusion, difference, (re)appropriation, elimination. or shou…transformation…

your ill-fitting thought, perhaps lacunae, absences that signify…like glenuri, gliding backwards, with your head preventing your slipping into the grate.