The story of Mitch is the story of an impish lover, a disappearing lover. When you ask me to describe Mitch, I can’t, and I hope you understand why I can’t. But this I know, Mitch is a breath of air, my breath of air… If you wonder why I choke as I talk, it’s because now I find it too hard to breathe. Mitch is as transparent as air, she’s like a bird carried by the wind, she rides on tides and waves and windstorms. When she’s around, everything changes, because you know how new air makes everything better and free…and when she’s gone I necessarily go back to an air tight world where it gets harder to breathe by the minute.
And so I begged Mitch to stay, I told her I needed her to stay, to breathe… But she said, as soft as you imagine a breeze would sound if it could talk, she said no one could ever hold her, or make her stay and I agreed. Totally. 

But I wanted to know her still, all her airs and breathlessness, everything there is to her, I wanted everything, everything forever. I told her that. And Mitch vapourized like water, disappeared like a dream, poofed like a magician’s trick and left me breathless…