A valve would be necessary, but like the summer I’m only here to tease you. Oh how the environment springs to life. The world bends itself over backwards for me, or does it thrive and that’s all it is, something in my head, I’m not sure. All I know is I make them festive. No matter how far away I am it’s never how it seems: when I see them they see me. The world — it comes to really revel in my heat, I can almost taste it, how much it enjoys it, but like the summer…