The Ghostbird and The Biologist
βIΒ amΒ a copy, John. But not a perfect one. Iβm not her. Sheβs not me. Do you know what Iβd say if I came face-to-face with her?β
βWhat?β
βIβd tell her, βYou made a lot of fucking mistakes. You made a lot of mistakes, and yet I love you. Youβre a mess and a revelation, but I canβt be any of that. All I can do is work out things myself.β And then, knowing her, sheβd probably look at me funny and take a tissue sample from me.β









