I said, "The last bite tasted the same as the first bite." She said, "Sometimes the call to be different from those around us remains hidden in folded spaces." I asked, "How, then, might loving our neighbor fit into knowing differentness?" She answered, "Shrines on the same side of the street often share peculiar and various words of comfort." I said, "I recognize where the need for performing in the eyes of my ancestors comes from." She said, "We place a baby in our aunt's arms and witness the generations coming to us."