Eventually, like everyone else, they drag me off for something.

I am aware of them at all times, as surely as I am aware of myself, but this awareness requires occasional reminders. Sometimes it is a close friend or relative. Sometimes it is the woman across from you on the tram. Eventually it is yourself.

They have evil breath, and staring at them is like staring into nothing.
In fact, they have no breath at all. I am made to feel certain ways.

I am asked questions. They want to know the answers to probing questions about what I eat for dinner. They want to know if I have heard of things which I have never heard of. After they have told me about them they tell me to forget them. They show me advertisements.

I tell them what I know. I don't mention the marble.