i'm reading death in her hands and drifting out of the page. i think of mister when she talks about her dog charlie waiting in the car while she looks something up in an internet cafe and i'm gone out the book and in my chest an inverse wind, a vacuum. this is the only way i can see and touch him again and in the sense of mister i will remain alone in this particular relation missing him and he will still be missing from now and now and now on.