"And one day, STOP.
Stop doing what you're used to,
Breathe, where you are,
Look around. People, noises,
Watch your condition and the chains of it,
And no longer think, let it flow. The noises, songs, pictures, ideas,
And walk slowly, newly. Deploy your specific and particular rhythm.
Do not rely on this so-called security, this uncomfortable comfort.
Let it flow.
Nothing is permanent,
Just maybe this "bong, bong" at the bottom of yourself, this "bong, bong" strangely eternal.
This is Madame in Bruges, in her long, long, long and colorful dress...