“I want Adam to be happy, Kenji, I really do. But he and I would end up like water going nowhere.” “What do you mean . . . ?” “Water that never moves,” I say to him. “It’s fine for a little while. You can drink from it and it’ll sustain you. But if it sits too long it goes bad. It grows stale. It becomes toxic.” I shake my head. “I need waves. I need waterfalls. I want rushing currents.”
