I said, "The conversation at last night's
party showed happiness lives in the
minds of the decadent few."
She said, "Yes. It also revealed the
desperate need to create possibilities
for new pools of laughter."
Thinking aloud, I said, "The beginning
of wisdom is just a monster of a text
to digest in one gathering."
She replied, "Human beings have been
gathering for hundreds of thousands
of years in dark spaces."
I added, "And feverishly painting animals
on the walls of caves and cheering on
their favorite teams."
She said, "Hope only appears to narrow
when those places are closed and decay
into the ruin that time brings."