On the closing date, only a scent. No contrivance or Schubertian opposition feels like glistening bouclé heating under debate pressure. Arguments by analogy are always weak. 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. Nonetheless the lesson learned appears unseen and as unspeakable as libido constituting a knowledge module, aimlessly blowing in news of constant unitary joy...