He had a crisp in his mouth. It was dangling. He didn’t seem to remember he had been eating them. He picked up another but it never quite made it to his mouth. Hovering. His whole body was ephemeral. I willed him to lick and chew. People were starting to make comments. I didn’t know him, but I felt sorry for him. I slowly take the crisp from his mouth, having crossed the piranha-pit.
“People are staring at you.”
“You don’t have to eat those crisps, you know.”
“Dude, are you okay? I can get som
There was some kind of stimulus in front of him but he could not register anything other than a presence that was making noise. He was mourning and this was time for nothing.