it does not strike you as a little odd?

yes. it does. then the tv plays for me and i understand that jane eyre was the past. she comes back to the wolf to lik the sorrow, the soaring wundts that left another story that came first. a lunatic wanting to fly like the owl, white owl, in the crawling night of fire burning the castle and the bride dress. a heavy pain. a stone knitted like the spider of illussions and wolves and moons. the other was the story of...
to never know.