Because all the dips and underquills of reason have more or less abandoned me. As afternoon swarms gather up above, little biting flies settle on my shoulders: tricky, malformed gestures, and I am looking at the people coming. I misunderstand you now. I dribble questions about how the movie went and what dinner was like. Truly drab. My head swims with sexy dreams of dare-I-says and whatnots. "What a beautiful couple," I almost mumble. He is ugly, and she is proud; v-shapes decorate her outfit. She is either too large or her clothes are too small. I almost... I exhale.