Losing the possibility of something is the exact same thing as losing hope and without hope nothing can survive.
Knowledge is hot water on wool. It shrinks time and space.
Physics depends on a universe infinitely centred on an equals sign.
The greatest of love letters are always coded for the one and not the many.
Very soon he will vanish completely in the wings of his own wordless stanza. [ ] but his stanza is not completely empty [ * ]
Maybe you saw her first? Caught a glimpse between the lines, between the letters, like a ghost in the mirror, a ghost in the wings?