i go through trillions of molecules that move aside to make way for me, while on both sides trillions more stay where they are
that close up of clive's beautiful face. the camera slowly pans out. you realise his head is leaning on someone's thigh. further out. a man's thigh. further, a hand runs through his perfect oxford haircut. maurice's hand, maurice's thigh. the sexy creak of the wicker chair. dare i say.... iconic?