This adult male. This person on earth. Ten billion nerve cells. Ten pints of blood pumped by ten ounces of heart. This object took three billion years to emerge.

'Whose side are you on?' 'I don't know.' 'This is a war, you've got to choose.' 'I don't know.' 'Does your village still exist?' 'I don't know.' 'Are those you…

He feels like a handle broken off a jug, but the jug doesn't know it's broken and keeps going to the well.

Yes, the memory still moves her. Yes, just a little tired now. Yes, it will pass. You may get up. Thank her. Say good-bye. Leave, passing by the new arrivals i…