You and my friend with the lizard would have a lot in common. Every animal has a purpose, she says. She makes me realize the fragility of life. When we were living together, in New Zealand, she rescued a little green bird that accidentally crashed into our window. I remember it sat in her hand shaking. One day it was strong enough and flew away. It's so beautiful. And then it's gone. I think this is why I can't sleep. I still don't know what this all is. It's over too fast.