It doesn’t matter. It is every single street view filled with our arms and legs. Our skin is stretched out over yet another email, RE: RE: Forward: Break my bones, you said, my innermost is white like most of your eye. Light await departure. When I think of that place, I think it is within everything. They light up the shadows while some liquid oozes, oozes in darkest darkness.

In the day we write old books, and every time we breathe out, others breathe in.