When you are not looking, pretend you are. The things you see that way are legion. You see birds flying backwards, reinserting themselves in the shell, beak last. You see grains of sand dissolving into the particulate air. You see people averting their eyes when they kiss. The best of these try to find trees. You see that there are no longer enough trees to support the weakening love, to prop it up with nature. You begin to wonder if nature is the invisible scaffolding for love. Is there love in a vacuum? Is there love in outer space? Or, in outer space must it all be incest? These are some of the questions you will have, in pretense. Assumed sight is sometimes truer to the bone.