Arsenic
There is a faucet in my home. I suppose that’s a good thing. I’ve got a faucet. After all, I need water, and the faucet spits out water for me to drink. Not everyone has a faucet. But I do. Thing about my faucet is that the water has arsenic in it. You’d think that, living in the United States, the faucets wouldn’t be permitted to spit out arsenic. But it does it all the same. So every time I drink the water, I think about the arsenic. I wonder how many years it’s cutting off my life. What sorts of physical pains it might put me through, given long enough to build up in my body. When it might finally kill me. I’ve tried everything. I have friends with faucets, and some of their faucets spat out arsenic in the past. They’ve managed to install filters, underneath the sink, which can separate the arsenic from the water, and which allow them to drink the water from their faucets safely. I can’t get under my sink, though. I’ve tried. At first I thought that maybe it was locked. Perhaps ther...