Each page says rectangle but looking closer you see the reversal to equal sides not that a collective of sameness has all the promise and spice of delicious mutuality at least it seemed so nice on pages and forever there was hope and a plea that maybe we aren't severed from each other nor from me but that binding buts again to tell you to stay blue and even while the songs are ballads with a view righting is all wrongs as decisions do not choose angles play up songs with everything to lose.