Imperfect communication becomes you. Relative to nothing, this is not nothing. Your mumbling life, trailing kite string and attracting every kind of lightning. You are a body that is most opaque in this antique black-and-white film that we call a relationship. Dropped cues and chromatic changes that can be theoretically understood. It’s a really long movie about repetition and subtle changes that lead to breakdown. Claustrophobic, inside the diagrammed sentence. Watching the landscape turn into stars. Being an oblong tower of organs that fails to play music, starting and stopping to do so in accordance with color patterns in the script. This is what you fail to call your heart in the forgettable metaphor it became, taking on transitional attributes, a chameleon in the torso.