[give him a minute here: he's not managing popsicle time very well, because the more he lingers in ruminating, the more this stuff just drips all over his fingers, which means more time spent trying to clean that off, which means more opportunity for more to drip. ultimately this means he's just...gonna put this down on the wrapper set at his side so he can conjure a little hand towel. can't take this old guy anywhere.]

It has to have something to do with our connections...and what we do or don't do with them. That much I think is true. But beyond that, beyond the way other creatures connect and interact...

Hearts are such mysterious things; the slightest thing can change it to grow...or stall it. Even my own, influenced by those machines...it can still resonate with those whose lives were never touched in that way.