Once upon a time, you said, the moon controlled the tide. You said the moon turned men mad and controlled a woman’s menstrual cycle. You said that even the birds migrated to skies where the moon still shines, leaving the forests in our country songless. You taped the lid of a saucepan to the window and called it the moon. Then you asked me, do you see the man in the moon? But all I saw was my own reflection.