notes not by our hand and

we sit with our ski jackets on indoors because we find ourselves suddenly and unaccountably very cold

the thermostat reads twenty-two and we have forgotten how to convert to fahrenheit again

we aren't sure of anything

. . .

we have not yet been successful in committing to any moral system

due to the absence of

an absolute morally neutral action or state

such as

'supine doing and thinking nothing voluntary until expiring'

which does not have the moral weight of for example suicide

because it has no moral weight

and is in symbols a zero

which is a recent invention in numbers

and fertile we think

. . .

the first person plural

helps me feel that the writing

is something that is happening comprehensively

not only as an enumerated history

but within moments a spatial extension

staked variously by actors and the boundaries of which describe

a place

for all of our things

and towards which goal

offer small but promising returns