"I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person."
"I’ll come get you."
"I’d like that. I’ll find out where I am and call you back. I’m running out of change. Wait for a while, OK?"
"I really wanted to see you," I said.
"And I really wanted to see you, too," she said. "When I couldn’t see you anymore, I realized that. It was as clear as if the planets all of a sudden lined up in a row for me. I really need you. You’re a part of me; I’m a part of you. You know, somewhere—I’m not at all sure where—I think I cut something’s throat. Sharpening my knife, my heart a stone. Symbolically, like making a gate in China. Do you understand what I’m saying?"
"I think so."
"Then come and get me."