So, I've been thinking about the accident that each of us has within us, and what that means about the necessity of accident. I find that the root of what drowned me is water, and I now entertain scenarios of certain depths and the act of giving up, the scar and scare of the accident in youth. There is a newly compromised youth behind each of us, but no one is willing to smash any phantom so that there is a sustained pose--a static look to the past that prevents any unique signs. We are each a set and a river; we are all the property of thought; nights come by where we aren't chosen anymore.