“You don’t have to know it all around me,” she said, stroking his head.
“Are you saying I’m a know-it-all?!”
“No; but, you just called yourself that.”
It became dark, then light, then cloudy, before darkening again. And the spool of film plays in rolling waves of punctuated equilibrium to the RPM of the spinning vinyl disk. Obelisk well balanced and too big.
Margot likes working in the theater, on her feet. Laughter for poor Albinus.
Are you erudite, obscure, or just confounding?
Can’t you tell?
No, and it seeps into my dreams, pet.
I find your pettiness precious.
You could eat.
So could you.
Dueling stomach growls proving there is something to be said for intermittent fasting.
Empty and floating.