Conversation November 30, 2014 1:43:47 PM – 1:46:17 PM

And we awoke. I try to understand this coincidence: I could feel the fragile truth. Everything behind everything.

What do you count to? Wind, drag me with you across the plains, drag me all the way down to the cliffs. We are the delicate, speaking distantly to the quiet.

Resisted, but wrote: nothing. To speak was too much. We thought of old fossils, raw thoughts of silence.