Words on paper are quiet, and porous; in the right mood, I sink down between the gaps in the letters and they close over my head. Words and paper. That’s the easy part. So I’ll be drifting in words, absorbing, and the words I absorb will be racing through my bloodstream. Every nerve, every neuron will be sparking and catching fire, and my heart will be quickening to carry it through faster, and my eyes will be tearing ahead to take in more and more.
