One day I’ll talk to animals better than you and I’ll wonder why I’m human, what that plan is, if plans exist, and if they did, do, what they look like: maps, lines, family trees, middle school graphs in maths, maps. I already said that.
And the animals won’t talk back or they will but I can’t tell you because when I tell I’m crazy but I’m not crazy, only, connection’s impossible on mobile networks at my parent’s house and in McDonalds and I once saw myself as an extra in a Matt Damon movie and I smiled at the camera like I knew where I was but I don’t think I did because I can’t have. I never even knew I was there. I’m not there.