Elaboration on several moments

Hash house on 95. Think pancakes and yellow counters in poorer counties
but no churches. Turn off the ignition and look at man with white pants,
puffy face and a narcoleptic's smile. He gets the joke, it's bubbling up out
of the sink with little black hairs, shredded floss and bits of gunky food like
Soulja Boy's latest single.

If every clear sunday you stood directly beneath the sun and waited for
moisture to form on your forehead, how long would it take to feel like you
were wasting time? Essentially, no less significant than any activity, simply
an exercise of existence.