The universe of stars, once compressed smaller than the moon, expanded and filled with a hundred billion galaxies, each of them with a hundred billion stars. And that’s just what we can see. In my universe of words—even sounds and their textures—compress until the space between the letters is indistinguishable from them. And time suspends. Blank space on paper, filled with rich invisibility, with imagination, speaks as loudly as stellar words themselves. — John C. Mannone
