"It's excessively strange, isn't it? " she said. "How we can only be finite but not know what it encompasses."entry no.14;
Dissolving into the frames of ghosts long gone; timelines wilting, wilting. Everything sketched in concentric circles like widening ripples along the seams of my sight, stretching until the first tear. In the summer; everything melts without torridity's assistance; think I'm too far to see your candles.
He said I was beyond names and I banished him (I gave him his).