If we are Nature's detour to get to five great names, you are number six, just
neglected by these days. With all the confusion around hate, schedules, and
possibilities, under solar-system simulations, your hesitations elegy. These are

the last days we'll spend in this room, another temporary shell to help me
protect you. On any ordinary night, a sip would last a song, but tonight you're
up, on your way out the door; in half as long.