Conversation February 17, 2015 3:15:13 PM – 3:17:19 PM

It was before you could disappear. A shy room, an intimate room. We have neither curtains nor tight schedules.

My lines come back. I could feel your heart beat against my dick. And yet, was it the big systems I feared?

It is about surface. It streamed out me, new sentences, old sentences, and now: again.