One was a mistake that he hides. Two was grief that he knows went overboard. Three was a mixture he knows should not come in contact. Four was an accident that he didn’t avoid. Five was numbers he didn’t bother counting. Six was heat that he wishes to be real. Seven, seven was the numb feeling he could finally drown in.

Years ago, when telegrams are still the main communication method, every yellow telegram filled with dread. After all, yellow telegrams means death.