The way one can bring another back to life—counting breaths and chest compressions—this fails more than it succeeds, leaving witnesses in a room full of hieroglyphs to decipher. At certain times we become so attuned to connotations, it is hard to understand the person across the table. A life of gestures distilled into a few sentences.
If the walls of the room filled with outlines of birds, no one would remark on their colors or even the turn of a wing.
What do you think?