Filling with the paragraphs that make no sense but are inserted in particularly heavy long areas to make you calm down a bit. Constants of long wood floors perpetuating the love of hard soled shoes and clean lines. Temperature variance for conversation and long long speeches with words meant for paper. Patterns for safety in failure. Left out water, budding trees and skies. Innocence running around knee high like clumsy ants, falling, hitting their heads, skinning knees and crying just under view. Never look down. Children can be raised by cats. They will be ok. The ground shakes under us daily in an ever decaying way. Trying to return to its normal state of dust and wind. All these clumps of materials floating around bumping into each other mucking up want of constant, steady, even cold. Clanking against the mast. Sloshing water all around. Wet footprints. White towels. White paint. White ropes. White skin. Conquering distance for the 'unattainable' cultivating and sustaining 'fantasy of life' or 'that which you need' or 'the little thing that must grow big' or 'desire for being 'complete.'' a thousand dead pines in a swamp standing branchless, grey, tall and straight. warm wind blowing and swaying forcing creaking songs of soulless solitude into the dark. disassociation. education. personally enterprising. It's only the moon, emergency officials in Puerto Rico are telling nervous islanders who have feared that recent extreme tides portend a tsunami or biblical catastrophe. Science.