My mind isn't like that. It's very neat and orderly. You're right that it's like an apothecary box, with little drawers and compartments for everything. (My mother has a table like that. She keeps twigs and dried flowers and leaves in it, all from Lebanon.) I'm fairly sure I'd be able to find a way to keep your mind out of mine, with that sort of organization, but you'd be free to try. Your uncle sounds terrible. Some people should just die. I'm not sure what you're talking about regarding a kiss—you're obviously nowhere near 30, and I've never kissed anyone romantically. It seems like it would be disgusting. Not kissing you personally, but kissing in general.