Listening to upbeat music in the dark, it reminds me of my childhood when I would go to the pool with my neighbor. We’ve been friends since the second day of kindergarten. His parents always drove Volvos. And I rode in the backseat with will and the radio was playing crocodile rock by Elton John. I always think of him when I hear that song. Now he lives in Idaho, but he’s here now. His father is sick. It’s strange I can listen to an unrelated upbeat song in the dark, while just a house away, not even the happiest song could change the dread that drips from the walls, the moist, saturating fog of mortality.