I suppose I’m saying, I am here now and I wonder for how long. I don’t know the answer. You look around, are slight and friendly. We like you, we all make each other laugh. Zac Efron is mentioned. I tug on the end of my hair. Viewings are so much like blind dates. You ask how we met and we’re reluctant to say. It was summer, we were much younger. You touch the walls and I want your scarf and your hair. I find myself saying the same things to everyone. You are calmer than anyone I’ve ever met.