The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.
When I desire you a part of me is gone.
We participate in the creation of the world by decreating ourselves.
Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
The Greek language seems different than other languages. I'm not the only person to think this. Usually, I come up with some kind of dopey metaphor for why it's different. But it seems, somehow, more original, more like being in the morning of language.
Under the seams runs the pain.