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Standing at the bathroom door in oblivion, not oblivious to this total stranger
He was laughing a lot
Everyone was in there together, doing their personal in private
He was stopping them on their way out, asking them to bend their heads forward for a second
He'd say, 'Hi, could you just bend your head forward for a second?' and they would
If they had long hair, he'd sweep it down off their neck, give the neck a soft, light wipe, sprinkle on some yellowy powder from his little satin pouch, then sniff it up and say
'Thanks. Sorry I had to do it behind your back.'
I said he must see a lot of necks
He said, 'This is just the beginning, you watch.'
I said 'I might do that, but for now I had to find somebody'
'Anybody?' he said
'No no, somebody.' and I slipped out of his grasp
Possessive, possessed, for a stranger
Anyway, someone was nowhere to be seen and you can't be seen searching too long
Not at your own party
Even if you don't care when people stare
When they're looking they're watching
There's only one thing worse than watching and that's being watched
And I'd had enough of both, so I thought I'd go back to the bathroom door to see what was cooking, or who was being hoovered
And I found him there, hysterical
He was laughing now, louder than before, almost on the floor
Had them coming out the door, the gate crashers and drink splashers
He had them bending over, lifting the shirts up their spines, doing lines along their vertebrae
'Crawl on,' he'd say choking with laughter, 'Crawl on, you'll be wriggling after.'

His face was soaked with tears, his nose and lips caked coked choked
I smiled and asked him what was so funny, more concerned than curious now
He wasn't fitting in
He said, 'It's like evolution ending
'The message I'm sending from this tongue in a mouth on a tear stained face has a place in your heart, in your Siamese psyche.'
'I can tell you like me. You're like me. The stillborn twins of dread and despair, the viewer and the viewed. '
'Surveillance is all around us - the only thing worse than watching is being watched.'
I said, 'I know. I was just thinking exactly the same thing.'
'I know,' he said, 'I was watching. From a respectable distance of course.'
'Of course', I said, 'you wouldn't want to been seen seeing. Why do you like them bending over?'
'People travel', he said, 'of course they do.'
'As long as we've been, we've been moving.'
'We go to Alaska, Nebraska, Calcutta, all over.'
'We move.'
'But wherever we go some things never escape us.'
'They stay the same.'
'The same question keeps asking itself.'
'Keeps demanding an answer - is evolution ending?'
'Is this the end of evolution?'
'When daughters give birth to their mothers, uncles become brothers.'
'This is reverse evolution.'
'That's moving backwards.'
'Evolution ending. Maybe, only maybe, we've reached the end of the loop.'
'Evolution. Evolution.'
'Calamine makes me feel fine.'
'Smooth and slippery soft on the skin, a calming calamine effect when you're fucked.'
'When your evolution's ending.'
'When you've given up pretending.'

'The descent of man?' I asked
'The descent of the decent. The decent precedent,' he replied, barely smiling now
I could tell he meant it, meant well
'I'm only helping them on their way back.' he said
'So soon? Some of them just got here,' I said, ever the hostess
'Don't worry, this is just a dress rehearsal, my own private view.'
'Evolution's ending, but not tonight.'