Elo’s Reviews > This Is How You Lose the Time War > Status Update

"I keep turning away from speaking of your letter. I feel - to speak of it would be contain what it did to me, to make it small. I don't want to do that. [...] Even poetry, which breaks language into meaning - poetry ossifies, in time, the way trees do. What's supple, whipping, soft, and fresh grows hard, grows armor. If I could touch you, put my fingers to your temple and sink you into me [...] - perhaps then."