I call for my soul inside the soaring chambers of my soul, and their tall walls and vaults reverberate and multiply my voice into thousands of new me’s, also lost, also searching.

In the soft warmth of the evening, Jane and Tessa were enjoying a refreshing drink

Mrs. Thornby looked at the sky to assess the state of the weather

Remember! Remember! Remember! The world is about you!

I haven’t written in a while and the words keep piling up inside my mind, and their essence builds up in layers that get thicker and denser with each passing day.