I come from around Moss. I'm going to the centre of nowhere. I'm not bringing anything and won't find a thing. I feel the exhaustion I anticipate from what I won't find...

Open all the windows for me ?
Throw open all the doors !
Pull the whole house up over me !
I want to live freely, out in the open,
I want to make gestures beyond my body,
To run like the rain streaming down over walls,
To be stepped on like stones down the broad streets,
To sink like heavy weights to the bottom of the sea,
And all this voluptuously, a feeling alien to me now !
So, I don't want the doors bolted !
So, I don't want the safe locked !

This is how the computer made me...
Frustrated ?