nto space and doing not time did not stop. I could still feel my beat measuring out tomac in my t. I  I  instead I was scandalously and absurdly alive—

    so alive I swear I could feel my hair and my fingernails growing.

    For all t on my  I could not, like Joo ter  o o come out of t ime to stop playing and grow up.

    ‘I’ll put ttle on, tea.“

    My voice  my oo my skin and taken me over. So kno o do. I ly surprised.  I spent ccer, cche villagers?

    I settled quietly inside myself  tea leaves, stirred and poured. S t , and as t, s tea reacomac last I stopped trembling.