Believe in the power of the strange quietness that stretches into your room.
Sleepless the bleak existences and time. Swim through your murk memories: Tuesday night's coax in Hong Kong, the empty summer in New Jersey, your vibrant screams in Seoul.
Open up the distance between each of the chapters of your bildungsroman, full of what's lost and veiled.
This is your first sequel of the story, your dream symphony.