Because we can't.
Okay.
Because we can't.
Damn it.

And you can't find nothing at all,
If there was nothing there all along.

There's a broken channel in these speakers, so I only get the backbeat. It's amazing, but he said it was in the lyrics and not the beat and that was in March. I still don't know what to believe.

What I wouldn't give to speak to him again, but he's long since gone.
He must have been fascinating. I still watch for Chevy S10s on the roads as if I'm still in Arizona and people keep asking me if I need help, like today at the bookstore. Like Sunday with the policeman. Like Friday in the middle of nowhere.

The leaves are changing.

Seattle? Portland?
California? Mexico?
Albuquerque?