Children say they are unhappy in every language they have. They say it in silence, and they say it in riots.

They say the camera never lies. It lies every day.

They say miracles are past.

They say I'm a revolutionary, but they're all wrong.

We sit for a few more moments, although there's really nothing left to say. This is new to me, too, an entire conversation that takes place in silence, because the heart has its own language. I will remember what Eric says even though he doesn't say a word. I will tell it to her.

Don't trust everyone, especially if they say, 'Trust me.'