Now he read it again, this time syllable by syllable, scrutinizing each so that none of the letter's secret intentions would be hidden from him, and then he read it four more times, until he was so full of the written words that they began to lose all meaning.
-Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Full until every word that comes out is a stutter, beautifully halting, mad-voiced, bull-legged, bee-stung blurts. It makes a difference. It makes a difference which color scarf you pick out to wear from the shelf and which side of the street you walk on. If you're on this side you will see me and I'll love you as light as I can.