I want to be two people at once. One runs away.

If there is nothing else there is this: to be inundated, consumed.

She reached across, grabbed my hand. I'm not going anywhere, Hig, she said. Where would I go?Lots of places, I thought but I didn't say anything. To the other side for one. Or way way inside. A lot of places someone else can never follow.

To multiply the years and divide by the desire to live is a kind of false accounting.