I did not ask to be

here sitting across from

you, did not want my

cup’s saucer filled with spilled

coffee, microplastics in the

blood. I know how you

hate things like that, the routine

mess of this world.

I once did a series of trolley problems

online and clicked on doom for

everyone — saints, monsters, leading

intellectuals — didn’t hesitate or

even think that hard about it really.