Hyposubject

I hope this button works, but I can’t really tell.

I think there are more and more people every day.

Every year, I learned a new language.

By doing so, I could understand the impact separation.

I had no clue how to hold someone's mouth when they spoke. I found myself reeling.

I’d thought a universal theory would arise eventually if I was able to closely follow the text, color,
pattern, in the drafts, as well as the more subtle features: fluid; tenor; fragmentation. But I have
found myself again and again at various ends.

I showed fascination toward another. I put it to the test, put a foot on it, at a loss forever.

I enjoyed that catalog of things, but not overly so. I felt less human every day.

I was just fine, washing my fingers, it was my interest.

When the power came back on, the stereo began to play all on its own.

For me alone, the music.