Attraction park.

I like to tell my story in an attraction park. Such a park like Disney, but it was another. That whole park was filled with moving things, all to make fun. All was temporary created fun like wet clothes by the water attraction, hematomes everywhere and dizzy head included.

There was a round big man of beton which made some metal sounds. So it invited to come closer. It had a huge hole as mouth. Someone came to throw a paper inside. Or better said: that paper was powerful swallowed before I really saw it. Then that beton friendly one said: paper here.

Ah so, that was his job! To keep the park clean. I pushed my hand in my handbag to find papers. Woooooooosh...paper here. I must have another paper.
Ha. Wooooooosh...paper here.
Other people came to bring some paper. Wooooooosh!

The papers appeared in reflection like our intellectual movements which are empty. As soon as our elaborations are experienced as being empty they dissolve. They dissolve in non arising Dharmata. They aren't separated.