You paint the view as you take a look across the archipelago of Porus in Greece. You do so with the perfect understanding that this is The View - but without even making one rational thought of it. You are educated enough to decode the fashions of quantum theory yet without making one single identification with their major business and their minor spins. You never made any confessions in your life. You notice that I become manic about certain preoccupations of noise but you never utter even the slightest affirmation about the treat.

You never get in touch with words like idolatry. Although you once pondered the meaning and significance of the name, the activity still passed you by, leaving no scar nor rendering any sensibility for the concept. Money never stopped you from doing anything or painting something in streaks of yellow.

Let´s get married.