"If propelled at a high enough velocity, this spoon can cut off your head." "Chels." "What? If water can cut wood, why can't this cut off her head?" "You can't throw it that hard, Chels." "A machine can.. That I build." I was on my second cup of coffee. Observing. Writing on the back of a note from Chris in cramped script, impossible to be read upside down. I hope. The first mixtape I ever made had Daffodil Lament and No Need to Argue by the Cranberries, and I Just Can't Wait to Be King, twice. I was about seven. Seven. I think I just liked daffodils.