"Heavens dear, have you ever felt so quantum?
To be so omnipresent as if to have never existed at all?
To believe... no.. to know in your bones that this little square of nowhere is all that there ever was and all that there ever will be?"

Her lips closed, holding a hymn of a thought close cautiously, 'til reopening:
"There is something in that house. That moment-of-a-place, which ties us both to all others; all other houses and all other moments. When we are there, I can feel it. Can't you? It's both instant and infinite."
A thick silence befell the two like sugar settling to the bottom of Persephone's teacup.
"Oh forgive me, this is terrible talk over coffee."
Still listening, now faintly, he blushed and thought of her body.