“…the echo of words we think we have left behind…”
“…we played chess with empty matchboxes…”
“…looking for lines of meaning amid leagues of cacophony and incoherence…”
“…she fell, fire-caught, into the flame…”
“…those waters giving way to this, now this…”
“…and so I cast my gaze on my theatre of memory…”
“…this city must look like a scintillating pattern of speckled glows in all directions…”
“…as if this continent could light up all the mirrors…”
“…each of the heavenly bodies is a wheel of fire…”
