Voice and babble

‘I used to beg you for a word, afraid that a word from you would be the death of me, as if you lived in silence. But you never stopped talking, did you? Your silence would have been the death of us both, wouldn’t it? You show up solitude, you show up death. So perhaps the Word was there all along, and the Word is that nothing is ever finished. Voice and babble. I fall asleep and awake to a laughable ending, a laughable beginning.’


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