Inconsistent, see

I am, just what I told you and not. Where it went, I don't know. Where did it go, the Sympathy? It's not mine, or not now. The weight is. The weight came fast. Faster than the wait left, or tried to. Not all at once. It hopped in and out like the sparrows who visit, interchangeably, inconsistently, wanting but not daring, then gone.