To These Pictures Of The Departed (sixth letter)

Is there a correlation between appearances and existence?
Can truths in absentia blur representational focus?
Outward, articulated personalities and identifications vanish.  You persist within unknowable, private senses of character, indifferent to interest and opinion.
Your unintelligible frontier turns our speculative desires away.  No one can explain it.  There aren’t any words.
I look back on myself to see something in you.  I’m trying to march in solidarity, across imposed limits of memory and belief.
The mourning and rage can seem endless.