“The pressures of the flesh have no place in this conversation and the pressures of the earth are not your concern. If the daylight gives you cover for your assumptions, then you have earned not pity but contempt. Can you describe yourself? Can you say, with any certainty, what a human imprint means? You’ve arrived with a scorched-earth interpretation of reality, and I cannot find the energy to spit at it. So, I come to you with love and a renewed desire for mutual trust. As I sit here, I wonder if you will fulfil the dreams I have for you, my own lost lover. Our link is umbilical, a smashing of cortexes”.