The hill. The house. The woman. The mother. Writing is a sword that sees. Writing can be a sword or a vegetable cutter. You can stab someone with it. You can shave with it. You can open cans of beer with it. You can use it to cut vegetables and make soup with it. You can be afraid of it. You can write about it and burn the town down. The sword is not as efficient as the writing. The stranger comes to town. But for that to happen, there has to be a town.