I do the show and I am wee. I am diminutive in the shadow of the silliness I bring to you. Or is that the shadow of your stick shaking from all of that silliness? I’m teeny enough to fit in your pocket, the equivalent of that music player you like to keep me in.
You listen to the show and you are huge. You are everywhere I look, you are in everything I play. Whether it’s a RadiObituary (as this episode was in its entirety) or a single song, somehow your enormous presence finds its way in to every available space.
Together, although we’re apart, we find our closeness. We somehow manage to conform ourselves to one another’s needs, with a connection more intimate than those we have in our properly-sized routines.
With you listening, I swell up until the show reaches that frenzy we both love so much and our compatibility is confirmed yet again.