I couldn’t help laughing, but laughing didn’t need my help. It already was, holding us there, good and full, where nothing could splinter us into shards, nothing could smear us off the map. The three of us stayed there all night in my gallery working, singing along to radio songs we knew, dancing to the ones we didn’t, laughing at everything, all of it, the whole absurd production suddenly blossoming straight into our faces, on purpose.
