Time makes us pointless.

“This intimacy is not necessary; no one is compelling me to open my inmost self …”

“Knowing one was comprised of recycled matter only and that selfhood was a delus…”

“I want to be careful not to throw all this away. This is happiness. I think thi…”

“Names came patterning into the dusk, bodying out the places of their forebears,…”