Stutterings from Nada News. Permutations of things that never were, that never will be. I am only my compulsion to write. I am my own dark alibi. I cannot remember all the words.
Words are islands in the Sargassos of Time.
Concrete fatamorganas of absent realities. Absent howls word me. My words howl absence. My howl absences the words. Words swimming on the back of absence.