Where does ruined language want to go? I wrote nothing down in that period. The sand. The most important. The air and the songs of the Earth. I love to wake up and see you wake up. I could not phrase those sentences. Your eyes and the sound of rain from the busy roof. Star continent. I sailed between your lips and kissed the meteorites glittering down through the atmosphere. A line threatened to intervene in my thoughts, to seduce my thoughts, terrify my thoughts.