I shared my space for love once, with two juveniles. When they left, having been sold to a zoo in Cologne, I attempted to erase all signs of our cohabitation. Between the damp wooden floor slats I found a small tooth. Shiny, it was less cool to the touch than it looked, that niche having preserved a moderate climate. I did not know what to do with it, so in the meantime I put it in my mouth, pushing it to the back fold of my cheek and upper right molar. I kept the tooth there for sometime. I do not recall what happened to it.
-Imaginary love letter to Travis Walton, Dian Fossey