Even if my ex walked back into my life to tell me my best friend had cancer and how sorry she was for me, but that I deserved it somehow, I’m not sure I could regress to believing humans are evil fundamentally. I mean, even if one were to threaten to hang me by a rope swing some night at a lakeside party if I didn’t amble up and grab some girl’s two jiggly islands, then apologize and admit I’d had too much to drink, I’m not sure I could swim out to that degree of pessimism. On the other hand, a moment ago I did daydream I was holding hands with a bear, who, afraid to come out of a fog and show itself to hunters it knew would try to kill it, started to cry, and then resigned itself to remain in the fog with me for the rest of its adult life, so maybe we’re not good either.