I didn’t find happiness in travel or selling things or the accumulation of applause from an audience responding to a wooden sign that compelled their faultless hands to make noise into a device that would rebroadcast the offering when it was ordered to I did find happiness in the dwindling sanity of my neighbour knowing that he woke every morning wondering if the dandelions growing in our yard would eventually grow in his and if the yellow acne scars that woke every morning with the sun would cause him not to