I climbed a tree and I fell onto an apple on the ground. Then another apple fell on me. Then from my head it fell onto the ground. There was a difference in sound. My head was hard, soft was the ground. The ground that the apple eventually found. It split into two and suddenly was no longer round. As it lay there over the next few hours, it browned. The rain came and it drowned. And as it was washed away it barely made a sound. Neither the apple nor I ever properly said goodbye.