Window A

There is a certainty about M Hire's misanthropy that is welcome. The completely opaque nature of human relationships, or perhaps, worse, the constant possibility of misinterpreting intentions and actions, render it fertile ground for perceived snubs, imagined insults, and plain old unconcern. Perhaps i am a dying trout flopping in the wake of a retreating wave, the water but a few feet away, and the next rush only in time to collect my still body.