Nick Dixon

So, I wrote a little book that is not about love and sent it out to a loveless world.

And even though you told me it was about time, I know it is not about that, either.

It’s about dimensions and the way we fit and don’t fit and how much the loose parts matter.

There are technicalities involved.

I know because I watched you push all my sweet blue buttons.

I often dream about needing what I never know and knowing what I never need.

So, I wrote a little book and sent it out to fill in the fractal frames of the lonely, lovelorn, loose-fitting spaces.