Stars and lore: would that someone could shut them up down there say the stars thinking of their light and of their right to pure light. The day was brilliant. My mind was so clear it hurt. Like a girl with a stick, like my head was a stuck girl. I watched for signs on the road and found them. I knew exactly where I was. It was the middle of the day and exquisite to see, to be subjected to it, to be eaten up by a ravenous it all bone and hide. Like a pinprick ripped wide open, impaled on a shaft of light. To begin with, against this, a stick is not much. A match is better, a whole book. Of which there is no end.
