No contrivance or Schubertian opposition feels like glistening bouclé heating under pressure if it has a chance; our roles are to fill this in, lengthening Schubert’s insipid menace while coddling the wetlands. I call this a sex drive / minus attrition.

The wetlands work it through. Words we had and didn’t have consequences. Learned good is bad is good. It appears invisibly and as unspeakably as libido constitutes a knowledge module, aimlessly blowing in news of perpetual unitary joy...