the fact that Ben tells me all these things first thing in the morning, so many things about Pluto, or least weasels, or the latest creature to go extinct, or Steve the gas ribbon, and then I don’t know what to do with myself for the rest of the day, the fact that he tells me the oceans are acidifying or something and then goes off to school and thinks about something else, while I worry and worry about the oceans, or Steve, or least weasels,
