I like to watch streams flow into other streams and those streams flow into other streams like I’m drunk. I like to blame Eve, that foolish girl, for my misfortune. For my lack of a doting husband, a praise-worthy child, or even a pet to help pass time. For my stupidly puffy cheeks that no man could love. For my stringy hair that makes me look fifty instead of twenty-five. Why, I ask the streams, why me? Why do I have to shoulder her blame? Why me? But the streams, keep flowing into other streams Again and again and again.
