a lot of what i say to fen is erroneous perhaps, but he doesn't mind too much if i'm brief or if i don't say it aloud. i talk to him about my father, i tell him i only saw my father cry once, and it was like a howl, and it yet it felt kind of ersatz. i don't know why i think on these things when i'm at the foot of a metal giant with fen.

 and in the back of my mind i hear fen saying, or perhaps my hippocampus, but what has this to do with me? maybe nothing, fen, but you are part of my world now, like, you're in my hippocampus.