Bro’s hand on Cherie’s knee. He leans close and whispers something that makes her smile. She whispers back. He takes Are You Experienced from its worn sleeve but only plays one song and it fills the room, this song, with a desperate inconceivable beauty. I see sadness everywhere, even in my own empty hands. Through the open window I see moonlight, starlight, a car with one headlight. Everyone I know is made of light.