It’s like a freight train, if you know what I’m saying. It’s like the microscopic life in a drop of pond water. It’s like a deaf bat. You can just imagine.
I shouldn’t even be saying this. I should be shrugging my shoulders, folding a flotilla of paper boats, setting them on fire, watching them sink.
What would it cost to resurrect the boats, to fit the bat with hearing aids? Just give me a rough estimate. The closest approximation to love you can hazard.
drifting in the current
when you finally ask