Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold.

To read" actually comes from the Latin reri "to calculate, to think" which is not only the progenitor of "read" but of "reason" as well, both of which hail from the Greek arariskein "to fit." Aside from giving us "reason," arariskein also gives us an unlikely sibling, Latin arma meaning "weapons." It seems that "to fit" the world or to make sense of it requires either reason or arms.

The greatest of love letters are always coded for the one and not the many.

This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind.

Here then - the after math of meaning. A liftime finished between the space of two frames.

...she still cannot resist looking out the window every couple of minutes. The sound of a passing truck causes her to glance away. Even if there is no sound, the weight of a hundred seconds always turns her head.

I will walk heavy, and I will walk strange.