The journey is not linear, it is always back and forth, denying the calendar, the wrinkles and lines of the body.

I want to get to the end and feel that I've done all I could, given the limitations and given the opportunities.

What is it that you contain? The dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia opening in your gut. Every minute, in each of you, a few million potassium atoms succumb to radioactive decay. The energy that powers these tiny atomic events has been locked inside potassium atoms ever since a star-sized bomb exploded nothing into being. Potassium, like uranium and radium, is a long-lived radioactive nuclear waste of the supernova bang that accounts for you. Your first parent was a star.

Fragile creatures of a small blue planet, surrounded by light years of silent space.

When I say 'I will be true to you' I am drawing a quiet space beyond the reach of other desires.

Reading is where the wild things are.

The unknownness of my needs frightens me. I do now know how huge they are, or how high they are, I only know that they are not being met. If you want to find out the circumference of an oil drop, you can use lycopodium powder. That’s what I’ll find. A tub of lycopodium powder, and I will sprinkle it on to my needs and find out how large they are. Then when I meet someone I can write up the experiment and show them what they have to take on.