We all, trusting in strangers, failing in favors, losing our friends. I’m sorry. I hope you speak to me after storing so foolishly the things that you left. You offered protection. I demand amnesty from this red-handed burglary. Evelyn, you were our only friend. Signage in black and white won’t bring back Erik’s bike. May I still keep your cutlery? These things are so part of me. I’ve made them my own. By the bay while you were developing the Bridge that shines Golden, they’re calling you home. Casting off things meant for owning, you’ve started your roaming, you’ll follow the blue. Phone calls, things that take effort. I’m writing the report. I’m stalling for you. We lost one too.