I thumb a thin division between the past and the warm fidelity with nearly everyones exterior to myself. In a recurring and long worn-out ritual during immense expanses of self-induced confinement, I attempt to bridge my actions to the perception of those actions, and finally to the reverberations of others; this affectation strangles me.

Even those not allowed near my cherished self internment are included in this one. There are hot magnets, and so are there cold mechanical people walking with us - and I simply cannot annihilate any of them.