Memories Should Be Sharp When One Has

She Felt The Essence Of Herself Pulled Finer And Smaller Like Those Streams Of Spun Glass That Pull And Stretch Till There Remains But A Glimmering Illusion. Neither Falling Nor Breaking, The Stream Spins Finer. She Felt Herself Very Small And Ecstatic. Alabama Was In Love.

I Remember Every Single Spot Of Light That Ever Gouged A Shadow Beside Your Bones.

There's Nothing On Earth To Do Here But Look At The View And Eat. You Can Imagine The Result Since I Do Not Like To Look At Views.

I Suppose All We Can Really Share With People Is A Taste For The Same Kinds Of Weather.

A Vacuum Can Only Exist, I Imagine, By The Things Which Enclose It.