Oh yes, before I leave… The bird I tried to kill I think is still alive. I haven’t seen it in the nest, but the mess under that nest is still growing.

This morning, my mom left a sticky note for me that included the lines: “I’ve missed you! Are you sure you still live here?” and my dad sent me an e-mail with the subject: “where is my lost son?”

No, he doesn’t live here, and hasn’t for a long time. Your son lives in a kitchen and in a fantasy world he created for himself, based upon reality, but a fantasy world nonetheless.