somewhere in the pseudo-suburbs, I walk the main diagonal

Thought about it yet? No. No time to think at all anymore. Stop asking. Don’t know what happened. Lost it somewhere in the crack between the cushions. Must be with the remote control. Space crushed to planes, lost a dimension at some point. Singular, no inversion, trying to find my way somewhere new. Can’t find it, there’s nothing out there. Blind. What’s the difference, anyway? Can't figure it out. Don’t know what to do. Living between numbers and nothing. Can’t figure it out. What’s the point? Can’t figure it out. Can’t figure it out.