Sublime

he imagined the confrontation so many times that it began to seem like something that might actually have happened.

She was so terrified of the thought of not thinking that she wasn’t able to accomplish it because she kept thinking about not thinking.

the crows rising as one out of the stubble fields, quick and crackling like thought, exactly like what she imagined thinking was like;

words. I was thinking, yes, but in shifting shapes and rhythms and dimly colored vectors, thinking with my senses, feeling my way toward insights and understandings that had more the form of