As for the bracelet Mom wore to the funeral, what I did was I converted Dad’s last voice message into Morse code, and I used sky-blue beads for silence, maroon beads for breaks between letters, violet beads for breaks between words, and long and short pieces of string between the beads for long and short beeps, which are actually called blips, I think, or something. Dad would have known.

Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.

Dear Anna, we will live in a home with no walls, so that everywhere we go will be our home.

Then I have some bad news for you, because humans are going to destroy each other as soon as it becomes easy enough to, which will be very soon.

I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time.

I spent my life learning to feel less.

Weeks passed like boats waiting to sail into the starless dawn, we were full of aimless endless darkness.