No one asks to remember things from books, but things stick to your mind like walking over unlit pavements strewn with post-its, and when you step back into the light the only things that settle are the ones that stuck. Somewhere in Siddhartha, our titular protagonist observes that a stone sinks in the quickest way it can; as it is meant to. But what if the stone doesn't sink any deeper. What if the coagulated droplets of water, the seas and oceans, the earth itself pulls up and over the stone. Poor confused stone doesn't sink into the depths; the depths rush up to meet it. Gravity pulls unbidden: it is law. Tonight I feel like a stone, and beyond this rocky shell the world speeds past me