Dear Ghosts,
Maybe this is it, anyway:
slips, wisps,
fragments,
snatches,
Glints. These things make up the now, perhaps.
She says: Relationship.
I think: Acting on impulse?
I wonder: Filtering? Can we even pretend to?
Is this the now, the infinitely small sub-particles that could make the present?
PS
Let's feel it again.
