Nothing should be forgotten. Afterwards we lay across ice-age mountain ranges, across creased sheets, across a secret hesitation in the origins of diamonds.

It’s just that… Are you on the other side of the sea? Was there really a fire somewhere? Out in the brightness of day, I found a handful of glittering, glittering diamonds. Who was it that wrote: What should be forgotten? In every day, remnants of meaning slid along with me.