Conversation March 2, 2015 3:34:11 PM – 3:35:57 PM

Together we mapped the order of things lying down. At the time you were still a part of the slow, black beings of the mountains against the desperately fragile silence of the night. Was the fresh foliage really on fire? On the bus, I wrote you a text message.

Meaningful days with notes, reflections. Does that make sense? Someone is dressing up for dancing. Something glittered (glittered) between my fingers.