As I was a girl in school, and a lover of astronomy, I did a library research project on black holes, and the method of their making. Supernova. A “would be” thing. What a momentous spectacle (it “would be”)! To witness what (would already have) precluded (what I am). A celebrated freedom of imagination, or. Divine law, twisting, turning, and now. As monsters happen to be real, her bindings tremble. Her eyes won’t shut. (“Just don’t let me go,” she says to him. “When I beg you to let me go.”)
