 Like a flea in the blood. Yeah. Like, I'm there too. Yeah, we're all there. But yeah, we're all there together. Maybe that's the Walt Whitman lover in me. I think in a lot of ways, part of the dealing with all these bodies in this poem is this desire to say, let's all get in here together. I mean, I really love the idea of we are all part of this crazy, terrible, beautiful story, and we should be riding together like fleas.