you're talking like someone else. do you realize. we smell different things, differently. we see different, the same things. we live together in the same building. we will independently find other words for apogee. there are no words finally. the farthest point. the return to what. it's not a matter of style. style isn't matter. it's nothing embodied. it's a container about what can't be contained. it cracks open repeatedly like seismic ground. it liberates the contained into nothing again. we will it to be.