It's a lovely night. The gyre has never been brighter. The parking lot lights have never been brighter, and there are two people. The noun writes, willing to take thinking into some non-thing in which the senses theorize. Each is seen from its options for time and amputates the names for a last land, and then the next 'last land', the cloud with its convalescence off the road. With its noise and dinner logic, these object lessons run on self-adhesive reading, such that as is thinks, it reads, and as it reads, it eats.