'It's So Nice Here, I Smelled, Umum.'

I felt as though my true self were locked in a vault back in the city. I imagined that sam possessed a similar vault, but i was still unable to picture what it might contain. From this distance, he could have been any one,. his existence a neutral fact, untethered from mine. It occurred to me that sam might be a blot after all, a new kind that aimed at a longer term deception by keeping his host at arm's length. The old loneliness washed through me. Back home, the cats journeyed to the door to greet me less swiftly than they had in their youth. And it would already end, my phone dinged.