Trying to stare down the clock was like trying to stare down my own face in the mirror. The zing and shiver receded within, beyond the night and the music and the feel of her touch on my skin. Grayness rose up from the horizon, and the worms turned in the soil, eating dirt and liking it. The clock ticked again. I heard it.
Some people are so well-rounded that they have to sleep in bowls.
I saw them gathering in the park, one big happy family, and then they began to clean each other with their feathery tongues. It was sordid, and also touching. I was on my way to meet with a Master of Levitation. Learn levitation from an ancient master. I have been levitating at will for over 400 years, and now you, too, can learn the ancient wisdom of upwardness.