Plenty of organisms live for a season, in order for those who come next to have a chance. Mayflies, daffodils, the octopus. We can accept that?” “Well, we’re hardwired not to accept our own demise. Daffodils are a lot more chill about it.” “Okay, but we can be like daffodils together.” I squeeze the back of his neck. “That’s sweet.”
