Picture yourself, young master, tying your shoes, relieving yourself in our cafeteria, doing whatever it is you do. Can’t you see yourself, believing yourself, finally being free of yourself, and owning it all? Come, lie dormant for a while. Habituate. Lose yourself in the blue lakes of aphasia while a band plays knowingly in the background. Forget we are even here! Do you belong to daddy? Does reality own you, too? Hey, look over there! Ponies.