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“Do you consider yourself a consistent person?”

“Well that’s quite a question. In what way?”

“In whatever way.”

“Well, i think i’ve seen a lot of my friends get divorced. It’s important to be your own person before you get married.”

“And these friends of yours weren’t is what you’re suggesting?”

“Yes.”

What at strange direction he leaped. Our feet brought us upward to the roof stairs. The rest in the building were metal. His grip rocked this set. “one at a time,” he looked back. Up there, he took a photo of me and the unobstructed skyline. The sounds from his mouth rolled across the landscape navigating their histories to my ears. 

“Why’d you ask?”

“Well, you’ve mentioned you’ve been living in the same apartment for twenty five years now. And in this job for nearly the same.”

“I lived in a different apartment on Bittersweet for a few months before.”

“Okay!”

“What do you think about yourself? Are you consistent?”

“um, no… i’m young.”