081613 #worm Maybe it's because you like this place. Maybe it's because you've only just emerged, chick-wet and frazzled, out of jail yourself. Or maybe you're losing it—no! don't be silly—but in any case there's one thing you don't see as you go about this old familiar process, one thing you would have seen if you had been a little hungrier, a little older or younger, or just a little little. You don't see the interview man casually not watching the whole thing from his resolute stance behind the felf section. You close the door to your nest, upstairs. Downstairs, the interview man closes his book and a galaxy of dust is born, swirls around, dies.