To find the means to assemble one word in front of another. I cannot hear the jets. I am on my own. The small red light on the near speaker suggests that I have left the speaker on for a whole night and another whole day. What array of words would be sufficient in these circumstances – either to advance or to retreat, either to press against me or to resist touching altogether? What word should be written? What word should be written just here? The darkened screen of my mobile phone offers no answer – not even glare. In the midst of this, I am walking through a narrow gate. The gate is rotted away and gone. It had once seemed much higher. I would guess that everything had seemed much higher back then. The long arms of oblivion beckoned toward us. I looked about confused. Where was my golden chariot and white steed? Where were the discarded garments of the daughters of the night?

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