A girl in the city, in the midst of the city, sitting in a pizza restaurant, eating her pizza with a knife and a fork, slicing her pizza carefully. How clever of her, to not stain her fingers with pizza grease like that.
The light filters in through the windows and strikes her, slant-wise. It shines on her long brown hair. She is so beautiful. …How is it that she is not continually amazed with herself?
But no, look, see how she keeps the world at a distance. She keeps things at a distance, with her precise, clock-like movements. The light shines on her. It shines on her hair, saying, you are there. But she does not know that she is there.