Checking for the directory on the computer's list of documents led instead to an old one. It was not where the mind or the fingers wanted to be. Fingers or mind. Knuckles. Head. Heading towards the major directory to create a new folder. Distracted by the title of a story that still resided within. With. In. Letters with each other to separate into silence. Can silence have a title? Or a name? Only to distinguish it from other things that vainly attempt to make the garbage smell better. Throw it away and wait for the dead air to stir and restore the order of decay to only go over it and rearrange the order of decay to only go over it again and rearrange the order of decay to only go over it again and again.
- Max Stoltenberg