If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response

“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.

With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—

We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the

Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”

What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…

A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far

There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way

It’s as if we’ve just been turned… in order to learn that the beetle we’ve caught and are now devouring is our elder brother

spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!

Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.

The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view