The metro is faster anyways he says until sweating stuck on the south-bound 4 everyone’s melting into each-other’s lap. I drink, we drink to be funnier to reappear & I start telling him about the Villa of Mysteries Pompeii oranges red and purple walls corpse flowers everywhere orgies & sacrifices, rituals of initiation now a ruin under ash. I see eros holding a mirror to a young woman while a horse plays the lyre or so I imagine. I say I’d like to think there is a place where everything could exist simultaneously. He is not colored by these visions, & unlacing his shoes only says this will be bad for you.