Anatomical Museum reflection

⌈it hurts to know⌋


Llámame pronto.  Te necesito ahora mismo, antes de que mi cráneo se parta y mi mente se derrame. Mi mente se puso en blanco. Se derrama. Rebosante. Abajo, abajo, abajo a tierra.                                                  Abajo.                          Bajo.                               Bajo a tierra.                                              Mi calavera se parte                                                        para cosas que nunca                   quise saber.                            Llámame, por favor.                                                          Estoy rompiendo.                                 Y hay demasiadas palabras.              Palabras.                         Palabras.                                     Words, Words, Words. Things I did not want to know. I did not ask to know. I do not live to know. It cracks, it splits, it makes room for more and more and more and more and —

TL: Call me, quickly. I need you now, before my skull splits and my mind spills. My mind is blank. It spills. Overflowing. Down, down, down to earth. Down. Down. Down to the ground. My skull parts for things I never wanted to know. Call me, please. I am breaking. There are so many words. Words. Words. Words, Words, Words. Things I did not want to know. I did not ask to know. I do not live to know. It cracks, it splits, it makes room for more and more and more and more and–