These Were Everyday Sounds Magnified By Darkness.

Not Everything People Did Could Be In A Correct, Logical Order, Especially When They Were Alone.

We Know So Little About Each Other. We Lie Mostly Submerged, Like Ice Floes, With Our Visible Social Selves Projecting Only Cool And White.

I Don't Hold Grudges.

Daylight Seemed Then To Be The Physical Manifestation Of Common Sense.

The Cost Of Oblivius Daydreaming Was Always This Moment Of Return, The Realigment With What Had Been Before And Now Seemed A Little Worse. Her Reverie, Once Rich In Plausible Details, Had Become A Passing Silliness Before The Hard Mass Of The Actual. It Was Difficult To Come Back.