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It started with an idea, one of a book. It must have been a book with some idea - (which is something like a disincarnated word or letter), light as a feather, but fierce as a hammer, smashing piggy bank, glass house, sacred vessel, porcelain idol, once thought to be of stouter stuff; feather falling just like rain, like acid rain, staining, pocking, nicking, eating it from inside. The visible, the last to go; and when it did, it was like - I don't know - like one big surprise.