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A very distant self-collecting distant fragment-shape, a sort of supernova in reverse without the heat, assembles somewhere in the vicinity of his now-vacant chest. These are missing words looking for a home for the night, lost among the breezes and extinguished lights of this un-electric neighborhood. Jacob is not alone, as the lost words spell themselves above his heart and its beating almost stops. He is going to take a Sentimental Journey, or semimental, it is not so sure... Tear-struck, this distant colored soul-ribbon attempts to twist and wring itself out. Dryness is important in the void; get wet and it takes you days to dry properly.