the thing about (put name here) is she asks how it's going but when you talk about someone dying or a dust storm or the styrofoam landscape in the park her face closes in a dark way and she splits and it never gets mentioned again and then i'm like ok i'll just smile and be light but then i'll blurt out something else and her face will crumple and she'll say she just can't imagine how we'll get over this, all this, how will the planet get over us, and i say it will collapse and go on and her face will be grim as she splits again.