If I only had one filemite, I would take it out in the sun, and throw it over the cliff, and I would jump after myself, and we would land in the ocean, my filemite and me. We would meet nice little sharks and a horrible starfish, but we would swim and have fun and dance and sing and empty bubbles of air would come out of our mouths and in the end, I will think back, and what a wonderful filemite, and it will all be black and no more, but honestly, it’s okay.