Within the domain of the actual, therein lies the counterfactual, an intangible omnipresent heat that draws us together and apart all at once. A liminal subterranean dark matter that is our quietest moments noise, the subconscious blur testing our outer periphery of vision, that subcutaneous desire that ousts all hypocrisy of our nominal selves when laid bare, laid barren, laid entire to eyes unspoken, raw, and there.