Assertion. Was I? In the night, a distant voice, sleep. A letter. In every day remnants of meaning slid along with me. Somewhere behind the eyes a careful lamp looks. Out in the brightness of day, I found a handful of glittering, glittering diamonds. When I said your name, all I heard was the quiet whisper through the sand. I try to draw luminous eyes in my sentences.

Can I be in this landscape?