like two ships passing in the night.
"In the night. In the night." My days are addictive swirls of personal and possessive. Personal is what I keep private, of course. Possessive is the excitment of conversations sounding like, "I tried to describe you... and I just couldn't." There are things for me to write / say less of - and things to settle for good measure. Truth is the only truce concept. I am bringing it in cubes, here, there - everywhere. I hope the book is circulated for...