I don't know what got into me, but I started to write nonsensically, perhaps because I don't know who I'm writing to and it seemed like the best thing to do was to write a long run on sentence so that, even if you just read one sentence you would get an impression, very probably, a false impression, of the writer--even though who the author is, is another bit of writing-- and because it was a question of tone, a tone that rambling can emit, like the sound of tires on the road from inside a car, a tone like quiet hum of the fridge syncopated by the clicking of a clock, a tone that is only recognized whilst alone and aware.