As certain as infinity, people knew the words to your songs and mouthed them mindlessly as you sang. Their minds lost somewhere in the infinite and ever multiplying distance between you, like the half life of Carbon. They thought you were singing just for them. One. Then it became clear, I was one of them, a groupie, an integer in a whole stack of numbers. Greater than 2. Insight and awe round out the equation, and I’ve always hated math. This theorem has no proof: you were prime.
