and i dont know why i do it, but i reach out. that other person does the same, moves the same, closer and closer until the surface stops us both. no amount of scratching and clawing could help, but we try, with a desperation like if we can just reach the other then everything will make sense. if we can just touch that other thing, the one that lives in the reverse, then there would be no more questions. but the glass is solid. and the answers are marbles in water, absolutely unseeable. and i dont know why i do it, but i reach out.