It’s important to become as specific as possible when in the act of communicating. No one is perfect, says the sun, yet look at everything beneath it. As ants run the moments of their mouths with small things, the distant dog bark suggests interjections of species might find their names. When placed inside a cave, echo’s resound, how is this different than listening at all? One flush, then another, conventionality of the toilet, the lines in our faces, the need to measure among a degree of conversation. Soon exhaustion sets in, was the day, warm with surprises, how much intelligence is necessary for a foot-in-the-door, tomorrow, the window breathes verticals and it’s hard to hear.