[pause; breathe] “Come.” [pause; breathe] You follow. You don’t think of where you’re going. You just put one foot in front of the other, and you follow. [pause; breathe] Images flicker in the corners of your eyes as you pass smudged silhouettes of things, places, and people. You don’t bother to notice them anymore. You did once. You didn’t like it. So you locked that memory away, some flights of stairs away. [pause; breathe]