The moon slice behind a cloud as if it were embarrassed.
There are millions of people in the world, and the spirits will see that most of them, you never have to meet. But there are one or two you are tied to, and the spirits will cross you back and forth, threading so many knots until they catch and you finally get it right.
As I admitted to my lack of success, the words fell to the floor in front of me, heavy and sluggish lie failure always is.
You collect other people’ problems the way some people collect rare coins.