All of these people are alive in the night. I swallow it like a tiny book from a secret spirit. In the dream, I am writing to you just like this, except that each letter happens inside you like an entire story. They link together, these letters, like people, alive in the night. At last, they form this tiny book, which I swallow, you read, and we dissolve together into the murky vapors of memory and dreaming. Inside you like an entire story. This tiny book. From a secret.