What you doing? Oh, nothing. Sitting here. Beautiful sky. They look up, blue black dome with points of light. Yes. Is it always like this? Odd question, how would I know? You could … the word didn’t come out, again. Again he had forgotten what he was going to say. They looked at each other and smiled as seemed to be the custom here when lost for words. You have a beautiful face. You too. Beautiful from head to toe. You too. You enjoy to look at me? Oh yes. I like to look at you. Good. They fell into silence again. Smiled. The other boy noticing Fishface’s unease said, you must be new here. I think so. That would explain it. What? The boy an exquisite slender creature, a soft caressing flame, flared out suddenly in a rich clarion of laughter. What? he repeated, mimicking for himself Fishface’s search for information. Timidity, my dear, timidity. Really? The laughter flared out briefly, breath from the mouth of a circus boy. Yes, really. You still retain anxiety concerning time. Here we only hurry for the exhilaration it will produce. You’ll come to understand no more than the rhythm can count, the slide upon the scale. We’re not dead yet. Apparently not. Got down on the pavement and spun on his head. But here and only here, as far as I am aware, in this our mosaic city, in the district of clubs, is time of little consequence. How this is so is not known but that it is so becomes evident to anyone taking up residence here. Why it is so is likewise not known, though clearly it can be said that we, the boys, represent the city’s soul and that without this relationship all would be scattered and lost. One could venture that all this, he nods to the street, exists in order that we may exist. But in this particular case it could only be proved by demonstrating the link between cause and effect though distroying it. But demonstrate to whom, there are no non-participant observers in this city. You try doing your own autopsy, you’ll see how far you get. Flashed such a delicious smile. Anyway it is only your newness here which triggers these thoughts within my mind. Instead let’s watch ourselves forget them. And indeed they did. A group of tall boys called them over. Said they were organising a costume party, were they interested?