I go to see Love and she is excited. Dash is there and she is lively with people all around her but there is also a deep sadness in her eyes, a sort of manic excitement over the deep abiding sorrow that lies just below the surface.  I ask her how she is feeling and she says that something’s changed and her skin has changed.  I ask her when was the last time she sweat?  I further explain not the kind of sweating that occurs because you’re too warm but the kind that comes from exercise, the kind of sweat the pulls toxins out of your body and releases them to the surface. She doesn’t really seem to be listening, her eyes first looking at me blankly before looking away.  I don’t pursue the subject. I realize she is not really present.