“There are persons who can speak no more, whose very names have vanished. Yet a name excised from the verge where it once lived still casts its sound on all who sleep there and enters their throats.”
“On the date before the date, time reverses.”
“There were cries, screech , it weep.The rest weep from we, who emerge.There was one wall of weeping. And we have parted with you.”
“We who are lost love you to in each.”
“If experience requires entry into language, then we cannot experience death, for language ceases. There is no remnant.”
“People who are making sense are just making me laugh, is all.”