Just a moment to bemoan feeling alone.
Rain patters like swiftly boiling water, in spite of the shining sun. The Morning Star beating his wife again.
As quick as it comes, it will go.
Either the sun.
Or the rain.
But, the mathematical solution to 0! equals one. Seemingly impossible. Impossibly erudite. Contemplative pornography.
Like eating a raspberry just to feel its little seeds gum up the curvature of molars.