The land. The hand. And $169. We're on a train. Let's go. By way. Of why. You can't please me with that. I'll make a friend with the Tsunami hero. A tiny racecar hanging from the train listening to Brockhampton. In early sun. Lost in this happy pursuit. And you're beside me. The sea. Which parts. As it goes. Reminds me. Of somewhere. It's the hair. The color. The sound. Your smell. Of who we are. We are alone now. All your friends. They tell me. They're out drinking. Or at work. Where have they been? Waiting for help. Chasing $169 or 5. 5 million, 6. 3 billion for what? Shut your purchase-hole.