I've crossed things out with a thin, single stroke so the original could be read, leaving for investigation both correction and the corrected. I've intentionally erased two people from my life, only two, yet can't help following the traces of them. Like pentimento, some old marks, some ruins, ghosting my days and nights. Any fictionist knows that one event, even if poorly executed can make another happen, the slightest authenticity creating a path to the hidden. One way to revise: erase something, erase something else, see what's left standing, then decide if it deserves companions. Total erasure makes sense too, a grand cleaning up after the misconceived party, a starting over with a better nothing. The eros of beginnings! Yet even then, who doesn't desire to leave a trail, barely followable, or dream of being properly found by someone who might exquisitely look and care?