I’m not quite sure if you’ve
this yet, but I have
begun a voice of conversation
with your daughter that is
extra-temporal. Beyond the
confines and tone of consciousness.
Beyond and independent of time
and body. Why? Why is this?
Nothing. Nothing lasts forever. But
a fleeting, passing glimpse stored in
some physical arrangement of matter, somehow
that ended up lasting forever
a stupid ungraspable small mind.