I look at the blank text message screen and start typing away, erasing precise words and replacing them with vague ones. And minutes later, I don’t send anything at all, for the message I had written isn’t much of one at all, for it’s like projecting nouns thus denying the truth in the evident; it’s like stressing over syntax and ignoring the verbs; it’s like imagining the subtext when the absence of things said says it all; and it’s like when the context of writing applies only to the writer, holding no meaning for the intended, or for anyone for that matter.