A clash. Breaking sounds Between my eyes. A culture so different It must be lies. They cohabit, interact, I only waste. The world around I detract, Whereas they worship space. Concepts so far I cannot grasp, They seem to thrive In innocence and laughing gasps. I, I drown into my cries. These thoughts are a mistake. I render otherness strange, But in the end what is at stake Are our similitudes, not to estrange. Yet it is hard, for so common To prejudice the other. But believe me, from now on I'll strive to construct something better. A theory that encompasses Paradigms of space and of body, In it, I'll unite what shall trespass The dichotomy between world and story.