Because the future is a fiction of the mind, I cannot know the end of my education. Maybe I will know it when I touch it, an atomic marble. Because I can think with my eyes closed, and you are often with me then, I do not believe in fiction, or the idea that fiction is unreal. Becoming blueprints in a bottle. Maybe lines trailing after breathing. Because it is not dark, I close my eyes and concentrate on weight. Maybe I can feel the universe sitting on my lap, like a child, nervous, forgetful, of unlimited size and potential, filled with indescribable desire. I cannot turn off my sense of touch.