Conversation May 28, 2014 12:21:03 PM – 12:22:00 PM

Ord. This is what my dreams looked like at the time. We thought of contexts of natural phenomena: The quivering of northern lights in your voice; glittering secrets inside the stones, inside the Earth, inside each other.

I read random collections of poetry.

The first couple of days still quiver in the top layers of my skin. I wrote nothing down in that period.