The Ghostbird and The Biologist
โIย amย a copy, John. But not a perfect one. Iโm not her. Sheโs not me. Do you know what Iโd say if I came face-to-face with her?โ
โWhat?โ
โIโd tell her, โYou made a lot of fucking mistakes. You made a lot of mistakes, and yet I love you. Youโre a mess and a revelation, but I canโt be any of that. All I can do is work out things myself.โ And then, knowing her, sheโd probably look at me funny and take a tissue sample from me.โ

















