The Idealist
Without much enthusiasm, he led me down the corridor and opened the door and I knew, I assume he has been places where he has seen beauty, has had some joy and adventures.
He stumbled. He fell down. I might have struck him, that’s why.
People have to do so many things just to live their lives. He probably suffered from the fall, but he acted oddly lighthearted. I am tempted to guess why that is. I owe him an apology, but not if he is never angry with me.
How do other people who don’t know each other very well count their blessings?
While I eat my hamburger, we leave our clothes on because we are very shy. We hardly know each other. We manage to copulate occasionally and to remain ill-qualified.