I am sitting on a couch in a dormitory in a context where I really ought to be prancing around. But not tonight. I am just so overcome with happiness. So much so that I have incapacitated myself.

It is like that time when I fell in love with you, and we could not do a single thing but touch and smile and talk and kiss. We could not eat, could not talk to others and just wandered, wandered, wandered in that ravine by your home. Do you remember seeing that inchworm? Do you remember walking by that graffiti in High Park? I took pictures on my camera phone, but it has since been lost. Not to worry. I keep them stored in the laboratory of my mind. (Infallible representations of ineffable events. Completely crystalline.)