Monday morning and blank as a sheet of Xerox. As antiseptically oriented as a store bed on display. Droning on and out like the voice of an announcer on NPR. Nasal People Reciting. Yeh. A human in one moment wholly defined by a sensation of having to urinate, but not wanting to bother. Sitting before a computer in an air conditioned business environment and therefore in better straits than the vast statistical majority of other humans on the planet, on the continent, in the country, in this very zip code. 26th of jejune. Ice. Huck.