(Silence. The skeletons on the floor grin mockingly, and in a burst of panic I blurt out a few of my favorite places.)
“#WestPhilly! #Beijing! #鼓楼东大街! #TheDriftwoodSwingSomeoneHungFromATreeAtPorthawTheSummerIWasEight!”
(For a moment I imagine I hear crickets, but there’s not even that.)