He wiped chalk from his palms and twiddled his fingers and told me to be concerned

with my spleen and the footwear. He arranged his two arms like a cross and said

that I was all funny and off, and did I know what he was saying, yeah? and I looked at

the hills and said I could see them, and he said I couldn't, and I said it's Eve's fault and

he told me I'm her. His eyes seemed translucent and if he were blind I wouldn't be shocked.

Again, with space, he shook his arms in front of me and said to stop using the future,

and stop, knock it off with seeing the idea of mountains, and for seeing the idea as

grand, and what's more, quit it with seeing the idea of grass, and seeing the grass as grand.