Conversation March 2, 2015 3:28:35 PM – 3:29:36 PM

By the hesitant shore we walked through mountains of razor shells and looked out towards the slowness of the sea. Resisted, but wrote: nothing. It was parts of your dreams that fell out between your lips. The sand fretted my thoughts, made them round and soft until they disappeared. We thought about words that continued to headline campaigns. That we never really become a part of the world. Afterwards we lay across ice-age mountain ranges, across creased sheets, across a secret hesitation in the origins of diamonds.