My eyes moisten. I take a packet of tissues from the pocket of my backpack. On the back there’s a slit in the transparent plastic through which one can pull out a tissue — but it’s covered with a rhombus of tape that says

SOULEVER
LIFT

And I think, That’s what I need: a soul lever. Archimedes said he could lift the world if he had a sufficiently long stick: how long does a soul lever need to be? And what should it be made of? Either adamantium or air, I suppose. Later, I peel off the tape and affix it to my laptop, next to the trackpad. I smooth its surface.

SOULEVER
LIFT

O raise me up.