how unlikely that there should be so little record of it. i with the mind of too many expositions. but perhaps it could not have been otherwise, that a creature who once thought to ensnare God in words should be forced silent in the presence of love. or simply that any thing complete in itself does not need the ancillary tomes, film reviews, and late-night whiskey and cigarettes. what did you call it? silence is foreign to nature? thus, so lovely.

but now that you are away I find myself thinking with words again