Everything I've done, and read and seen, everywhere I've been and everyone I know is contributing to her existence. She is the product of total experience, and at the same time, whole unto herself, innocence personified. Violet is therefore a paradox. She is beautiful.
When I first heard her sound I was lying supine on the table. Overhead, swarming figures in blue, under a glaring metallic light had cut me open and pulled her into the world. Her cry was a relief in the brightness, everything that had existed before her suddenly seemed dim.
