Conversation May 27, 2014 2:38:06 PM – 2:39:49 PM

Was I? Afterwards we lay across ice-age mountain ranges, across creased sheets, across a secret hesitation in the origins of diamonds. I wrote nothing down in that period. The coffee is cold in the cold window, I am not going to drink it, it is cold.

I have written you a map.

In the first night, I could not settle down, the body that was absent next to me, the silence.