swallowed in the belly of the word, speaking simultaneously. Inside and outside intertwine, are an intersection beyond the imaginable. Where does the mutilation of thought come from, so that I believe a word literally but miss a simple description of someone who, mouth closed, says Noah, you are a fish. I’m a fish? They all fulfill their assignments, only I apologize. Some opportunity is thus closed, some other horizon emerges, and with it, other seas. I sit stiffly, almost paralyzed, and listen to the presentations. I close my eyes and see the shadow of the woman in the night window again. She is illuminated only by a candle, which will burn out at any moment. The window opens and before me is a wave, which rises from the depths of the earth and overcomes me, returning what was made from sand back to sand.