Baffling Combustions

Sometimes that with which we are most familiar to us is, paradoxically, most strange, such as breath. Here we breathe on it, expanding on and contracting in its practical qualities as well as teasing out some of its wild and dear associations.

There's nothing there until there is - or silence is recollection and so doesn't exist. Or it does here, where we least expect, faster than thought or then we ever did. Find out.