it s 3 57 in the morning i know it cause i just passed by a payphone that told me so it caught my attention because it rang about 3 or 4 times i m not sure i was way too drunk and lost into ulver s perdition city to truly acknowledge what was going on and prior to that particular insignificance i had lost all senses of time space then i saw a girl only a child to my poor tired eyes running after what might have been fragments of my life porcelain doll a permanent scar on the smooth face of depression it shines i m sore and inspired scribbled upon the wall you can easily read amy was here 07 12 1980 answering i simply wrote back hope was here and quickly left 02 10 2005 i ve narrowed it down to its simplest core and i know what s required of me now there are no parallels in my mind no subtleties and how come this phone is still ringing it ll be the last time and i ll still ignore it completely for once i think i ll be noticed by doing something concrete visible as of tomorrow hundreds of humans will be late for work