The elation we felt on that day in New York when a million people came to demonstrate--the largest organized public demonstration ever to that point--it came to nothing. What does one do with that? You pulled me through the crowd in Central Park--we were out of breath, dizzy with a thousand bodies--there was an open door where we fucked. After, I held your head in my lap, tracing the labyrinthine folds of your ear, half of you illuminated by the afternoon, half of you dark.