There is this aggressive use of a kind hearted tone that taxes every note ten pounds too heavy. I’m a complete fool for it.
    I remember a waterslide when I was a child called The Abyss. It was pitch-black for the first twenty-seconds; we couldn’t see our feet in front of us. Then sporadic holes drilled through the black plastic tube gave us this illusion of speed as they chased our eyes abilities to adjust to the complete contrast, to a sharp sudden degree of brightness. As the ride we...