When one pays 2.50 to get in the ether and bat at indifferent ether for undefined blocks in any directions, when after time one can't control one exits but has been confused and numbed and coming up from what was underground it seems one's in the hot aboveground swells,
an unbodied past moment who appears to mention "it's been ages" and agrees it's been "too long" as if to reassure one time is measurable, the subway linear, so but one has a supper and a drink seemingly in locations, one's old friend takes my hand my body has to think there is a body, a best and former friend, a gas, a suddenly asserted stomach there and otherwise I'm there.
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