EKPHRASIS
Acute Awareness. My friend, who should have been dead, but who was shaking my shoulder, laughing: ʻHey there, are you sleeping?ʼ ʻI have something for youʼ, he said, ʻI know you, you’re going to like it.ʼ I was sitting on a terrace in the company of many people. I didn’t know who they were, or where I was. My friend must have been there, but maybe he had gone away without paying; that made me glad, I was happy for him, his freedom, his lightness. And just before I was walking off the waitress caught me by the sleeve to give me a little bag.