He rhapsodizes about the wine and claims all sorts of flavors and smells. But she’s unimpressed by his words and says, Just shut the fuck up

He wakes up to jarring music sung in some foreign tongue he’s never heard and he tries to find the source but he can’t. He blames the world.

He called his credit card company in the morning and was put on hold. And then the passage of history, continental drift, the birth of stars