Dan loves Louise. He loves her so much he moved into my head for more than two years to tell me about it. The day he moved in was a sunny day, but his sulfrous sofa and stain-torn seats were no match for sun. He was apart from Louise by many hundreds of miles. He experimented with words and drugs and games and women to distract him. He missed her terribly but felt the two of them shearing off, her work and his experience of strangeness and newness of place becoming greater and more powerful than the urgency of his longing and the animating energy that filled so many of his thoughts (and mine) with rich fearless language.
All of that is subtext
to what follows.
(a note to certain PM recipients...oops I meant this by Ben)