Amy Catanzano: Under the Ocean Floor

Fall '09 TOC

DEAR EPOCHÉ, ALETHEIA WRITES. Like a timescale I am locating you.
Begin recording. At the center of my galaxy swirls a supermassive black
hole, formed from a dying star. Gravity always wins, the stars flare. An
endpoint of spacetime, the black hole in the center of my galaxy was once
a burning sun. End recording. This is an allegory of space and time and
how each word became one. My heart, Aletheia

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