I didn’t and didn’t sleep.

I hung between random events and a linear life.

Guests walked their dogs through the big room lobby.

You told me the earth moves and I told you it all moves.

Kids swished by in ski pants.

Drinkers clinked glasses in the bar.

This adds up.

It’s like a robot of love, an old boyfriend, I mean really old.

The clerks talk sports.

Then the director shoots himself.

Mathematical proofs prove abstractions.