Was it the paper itself or the accidental touch of hands that was not so accidental? Either way, when was the last time I felt anything that immediate and sharp? Remember how when the wolf is hungry it hunts, and when it is tired it sleeps? Should I have pressed you against the wall and placed my ear just over your mouth? How closely did you pay attention to me after I showed you the familiar soil in my hands? Can I get back to the part about pressing you against the wall but change “ear” to “mouth”? Will that one line force you to paint me a landscape of the desert with a plateau rising? If I never spilled anything over your shoes would we have the chance to move so quickly? Next time I will press you up against the wall but I cannot say with certainty what I will do.