Conversation January 14, 2015 4:32:42 PM – 4:34:33 PM

At the time you were still a part of the slow, black beings of the mountains against the desperately fragile silence of the night. Everything behind everything. For every layer of meaning in the stones. Stuff like that. I wrote nothing down in that period.

The forest turns into clearing and water. Of other cities, other worlds. Through the hole in my brain.