Maya brings me a TV. It is bigger than my old one.
She turns it on. “I think you’re going to like this show,” she says, smiling.
I’m hoping for a romance, or maybe a Western.
But it’s a nature show, one without human voices or ads. It’s a show about gorillas being gorillas. I watch them eat and groom and play-fight. I even watch them sleep.
I wonder why Mack never put on this channel.