It happens quietly without either noticing very much. It slips along the border between invisible form and signified moment and it grows and becomes them. He senses it and says this isn’t nothing and then on that loud stormy night she wakes thinking herself dead. He dreams abject emptiness until he hears himself breathing alongside her. Hovering between almost unbearable intimacy and almost aloneness 64 Telepathic moments seep into being and the traces unsettle her decisions with something more.