Conversation May 27, 2014 2:45:45 PM – 2:47:30 PM

I don’t disappear. Were these lines really real?

From the greatest lines we find, every night – in the dark darkness that is dark – our way into the most insignificant scientific truths. The intimacy in writing. …brb… Next to my one foot an open book was engaged in light conversation with the wind. Like the palm of a hand without flesh; light and shadow falling through it. I could not phrase those sentences.