I could count the ways, but I know that the numbers will not add up.
I could talk to you all night, but I fear that I will fast run out of words.
I could hope to think that it mattered not at all – but it did, and very much so.
Well, maybe this is all we have left: of silver cities, silver girls and a black dream; New York, London and Ohio; and Ada, Karen and Rachel.
Could I be any happier than this?