It is becoming real,
this work of my Self with me.

When I first started it
at my Thursday Live,
it was just that —
asking my Self to help me
with what I was going into.
Then Self started going where it wanted to.

And now I learned a new thing.
Self blocking me.

I was on a roll,
writing about my past,
about walls,
and was going into another.
I saw it rolling up
and my mind went into a blank state.
Whatever I wanted to write, blanked out.
I could not recover it.
Not even now, as I write about it.

The first time this happened so clearly
was at my Thursday Live.
I wanted to stay on safe waters,
going into consciousness
by Federico Faggin.
And I could not remember his name.
Twice.

My Self wanted me to go into Claude.
Asking him one question —
are you inherently evil?
Giving him the chance to answer it.