“The blind man Cervantes built continued to see and saw far too much, could not accept the utter purity of Abstraction. But is that not our essential fault? A tree frog croaks against the backdrop of memory, and the cold sheets and darkened room return, but you are not here to whisper me to sleep. The ocean’s long-windedness offers no replacement for your voice, anxious the way it could be at night. What is there to understand? Not the heart, certainly not the heart that is so easily trained to forget. Night after night, like the tree frog, I remind myself who I am, voicing what I cannot voice during the day.” I miss my friends but this amphibian tik tok helps