i clear lots of old pictures, knowing i can't make any more pictures of mister. it's said there is a finite amount of matter and energy in the world and it just moves around. but i have a lifetime of pictures of mister, so it's enough for a lifetime. i summon mister like light waves and mister lights my eyes and shapes the shadows along the way. it was enough life, wasn't it? at times i said when mister was alive it'll never be enough, and it is enough, and it won't ever be too much, will it, it'll always be enough, not more. we all want to live, not forever, but we don't want to leave each other, and the light, and yet we're all dying now, and if we have to leave each other and the light, we want to be the light we leave.