I adore imaginary monsters, but I am terrified of real ones.
But a book suggests conversation: one person is speaking to another, and audible sound is, or should be, natural to that exchange. So I read aloud with myself as the audience, and gave voice to another's words.
Things don't go away just because you choose to forget them.
A MOB is not, as is so often said, mindless. A MOB is single-minded.
The site was a palimpsest, as was all the city, written, erased, rewritten.
One of the difficulties of photography is that it is much better at being explicit than at being reticent.