Olive Hornby has a red alarm clock in her hand and she smashes it slowly. She goes out of the house, dragging her ghost across the rivers of the streetlamps.
"your eyes are foggy Olive."
"I'm only trying to see the city."
"do they still serve coffees in mugs?"
"no."
"how's the sun?"
"burns."
"kneel."
"my skirt is too short."
"O-O-Olive."
She can turn to one side and the other laughing. She's only wearing her overcoat and a needle.
Pop goes the balloon in the little boy's hand and pop goes her mind.
"Myrtle, I'm so in love with the world."
"kneel."
"Sorry I looked at you hon. I never wanted to hon. You know I don't like you…hon."
Hornby, do you feel double?