Conversation May 26, 2014 2:11:35 PM – 2:14:00 PM

I could not forget what should be forgotten. That we never really become a part of the world.

Why did you drag me down to the outermost mountains? Sentences are an ocean. It was the forests.

There was nothing. In. It was parts of your dreams that fell out between your lips. What shall we do with the violent sky? On a big piece of white paper. I, hesitatingly.