That same record is always playing, even when you don’t drop coins in the slot. I look away for a second and the entire house is burning. You’ve always been a good problem solver, you say as the door closes behind you. No one else could be the prime minister, even if they tried. But it becomes more and more difficult to find the right dress in a room filled with smoke. Before long I’ve taken out a bank loan, and the little paper I’ve signed is the one thing that just won’t burn. You walk back through the door when the paramedics tell you it’s safe. When the windows are propped open and embers have cooled. You’re such a good problem solver, you whisper. There is nothing other than your mouth forming the words, lyrics from a song I’ve heard over and over, but never really liked.