Subjunctive rearticulation project

I tired to imagine the other day waiting wanting to be someone somewhere else away from praying hand land, consumed by that everything somewhere else, that everything modern, everything sticky with too much residue. Thinking formless bodies attached, afloat, fearful here, checking thinking at the door or checking thinking on thing investment at the door, animation’s demand turbulence brought down by formless dark options, bloodless bodies self born enterprise, asking is there a deferred, not able to be placed already too much summarized, attached to something that exceeds the present unthinking to imagine? Is it of course, unthinkable, ending in death of the body, the different ways different things are released beyond themselves, beyond jackhammer rhythms, beyond unnamable lurking bodies hidden in bodies . . . and the whimpering sobbing surrender of senseless sentences forgetting whatever people, thinking a place makes sense, a bullet through the head, makes a place, makes something imagined unimaginable, sticky and fearful. Imagine another day consumer consumed by somewhere else's consuming something else formless and detached, imagining somewhere eles.