Back in the past in loneliness I stretched out every sentence so it could slide across the weeks. Later, one of the following nights, as we followed each other down each our line. Do not seek shelter in the river of another language, but learn it. Your. I lay there listening to your heart. They shine out from inside darkness along with a couple of hesitant sentences and the precious unrest I was once given by accident. The intimacy in writing. The sentences are an ocean.