Dissonance of Compassion byway of David Lynch Alexander Jorgensen I'd be sent to throw marbles from the window of my bedroom; Maybe it’ll be (very) quiet sent to throw marbles when, clearly, there, we, weren't, hadn’t, any— ...and we can wear our raincoats. Sent to throw marbles till'd become too tired to retrieve a single one. Might last only an hour, but let's hope!