Sinking into writing, a profound luxury of the mind. The white sky matches the white screen, the white page; in each case, a redeeming graininess mitigates the sterility associated with whiteness, turning it into the promise of change, of no-longer-whiteness, of whiteness-in-relation. Inscription is the promise, the change, the no-longer, the relation. Inscription is embrace, entwiniture, enlacement, embellishment of Being. The wooden windowframe of my sterile office fixes a sterile landscape of brick, concrete, chimney, sweetly hokey faux-gaslamp streetlight, and at the same time there is permission to revel inwardly and transform this bleak blank into a plenitude of texture and imagination. It is unstoppable.