Day Fragments 4 the colony of Argentine ants swarms in my chest -- off tempo -with the roast bean jitters

overworking each limb and digit. poor Cor Cordis pounds against his cage, conjuring: a stomacho laborare(roller coaster). the Formica indicates that it sprays formic acid as a projectile weapon and thus the Formicinae curse begins infecting my information barrier with The Codex Myrmecologica he gets a First Age ring, the dream of every king, the kind I have always wanted. for the time being we are one on the screen, but the wonder of the ring is lost as mythology shaping my reality.