“His absence is time gained to spool my un-truths.”
“A lie is not the absence of truth, but the illusion of truth.”
“On its own, having escaped my grasp, the spool I had loosed was unwinding.”
“He gains the farthest reaches where the ache of our most ancient absence lay.”
“Emotions unreel in her like spools of cotton.”
“Everything exists; nothing exists. Either formula affords a like serenity. The man of anxiety, to his misfortune, remains between them, trembling and perplexed, forever at the mercy of a nuance, incapable of gaining a foothold in the security of being or in the absence of being.”