I am at Starbucks, attempting to write an essay about the unconscious. Next to me sits a very smelly middle-class man playing solitaire on his I-Pad. Every time he makes a move in the game he leans forward causing the whole bench that we are both sitting on to move with him. He smells like sex but looks like he has never had any. He is wearing a wedding ring. Why smelly man, why?
-- India
