I was walking through an ordinaryday.A face began to intrude, lips and eyes, and that ridiculous chortle. Head thrown back, gently, as if her life was a relaxed steed she rode through a late summer field. What was I saying? I can't feel to suppose straightlately.I used to depend on the ground to support me now but I'm not so sure. I'm sinking into some kind of current, upraised and dragged through a thick, laggardly moving fire. Her lips, lips,...