the air was full of flicker ghosts

BURROWS WROTE, AND I QUOTE:
The air was full of flicker ghosts who move with the speed of light through orgasms of the world -- tentative beings taking form for a few seconds in copulations of light.

Flickr, light, world, being taking form for a few seconds in copulation or
The worldbeing took form for a few seconds in a copulation. light light or
Light, the worldbeing takes form a few seconds in copulation or
light, cop beings move with the speed of light through orgasms of the world

or maybe speed of light moves through all orgasms and tentative beings take form for a few seconds in copulations of light and all orgasms are of the world or

this is your body speaking rather the word virus taking your body the constructed word body and making it yours. next thing you're using 'I' and 'me' and even the academic 'we' and assuming personhood. ain't nothing words but a talking machine, talk talk talk. some people can keep it inside but some have the compulsion to talk. I know a woman, she will talk to you for hours long as you stand there. you can't get a word in edgewise. I think of her husband + her sons who will never know silence around her.

imagine if I taught her how to write. I mean the manual act of just sitting down at a typewriter and not doing anything else. what if she were no longer able to speak because of a freak accident? I've no doubt this woman would write something, and anything would be better than hear her going on and on about how her kids drive her crazy and how they drive her to drink, and when it snowed she told us all about the tire chains she found on the road. some yup doesn't give a fuck about their tire chains and here she goes on and on.

eventually you just have to walk away.