I see you have encountered my home. how are you? how have you been? I trust you have been well. Okay, at the very least. In the off-chance that I won’t ever see you again, I wish you well. I wish you a singing field of peonies. I wish that for you, life is a party. one you remember well enough. I will remember you well enough. Is it too cold, too hot, or just right where you are? will you let me know? will you offer me a faint smile on the street, to mirror the one I’m lending you now? will you return it? will you return? will you be by my side to the end? will you keep this encounter safe in your hands, even after it has lost all its splendour and is all but an empty container? how are you different? what is in, on, and out of your hands? let me know. will you?