The old man had an anatomy professor who told him that the antidote to anxiety is action. I’ve taken that half heartedly, with no heart, and embraced it like religion. That’s the song pumping in the ribcage. An ignition, an action outside of defensiveness. But ignition can offer softness, something I didn’t always understand. It can fuel humor and delicacy. It can elongate friendship. It can milk the demons free from you.