I was going to do this alone but since you are here, let’s break something. Not knowing how long it will last, not sure where it is heading, and not following the outcome. Something sways back and forth, reassuring me that we’re moving. When you talk about interpretation or embedment, I don’t remember your name. When you remember, I fall asleep. After a while, it’s all parallel play. We have talked about our goals, but how does a cloud create a community? How does a body make salt? How does a tree develop a forest? There is no such voice in the population. I owe you something impossible to give up like my shadow on a particular day, probably during my childhood. You have nowhere to put it. Lately, interiority is a foreign country and I’m looking to exchange some currency. We are moving faster now. I want to hold your hand but I can’t put down this pen.