And as we entered that country, it felt like someone was inventing us. As I carried him home, he carried me only-- as we enter that homescene, it feels like someone else. The telephone keeps ringing. Pick it up and no one's on the line or else-- celebrate. Chase the bell into its own trembling hands and the weightlessness, the devastating weightlessness of what he ain't quivers like a deflating balloon in the corner, and that's bloom too
