081413 #worm #roach An old man walks up out of the square darkness, into the round light of the stage. You sit and watch him, you and your friend. He goes slowly, leaningly. There is a trace of a smile somewhere behind those horn rims. He walks the length of the stage, past the counter-sitters, past the shifting tables, all the way to the end, and stops. He disappears for a moment. Then he reappears, and walks exactly as slowly back through it all, through the popcorn glow and noise, and exits from the stage. Think of all the stories that guy could tell, says your friend, and listening to him, you feel you could be sitting at Esriel's Cafe for real. And you're always going to remember that. No matter what dimensions you fold yourself into.