There is not such a worthless thing unless there is a talking partner.
But it is not thrown away. Therefore the room is filled with things. Therefore my room overflows with the thing which is not thrown away. I seem to look and turn oneself whom I cling to in the past away and close it. ... My room does not have a place to stay. My town does not have a place to stay. My world does not have a place to stay. My words do not have heaviness. There is not breath. I am detested with carbon dioxide keeping on shining. I reduce oxygen and drain carbon dioxide and take out feces and take out urine and am fagged out. Your heart only warm for my sigh if born to me.