Things separate from their stories have no meaning.

“It had grown cold in the night but he was numb with other weathers. An equinox …”

“What would you do if I died?If you died I would want to die too.So you could be…”

“It was the judge and the imbecile. They were both of them naked and they neared…”

“He rose and turned toward the lights of town. The tidepools bright as smelterpo…”