It isn’t like I am trying to destroy you.
I just think someone besides me should hear it. Someone should listen. Someone should know that a brain like yours exists. And when they do, I will stand there in the early morning light waving the tape player, my robe filthy and my skin a papyrus, my grandchildren astonished and in awe around my feet. See? I will tell them with my old breath. See? I told you.