He wakes up. He feels his beard rubbing on the pillow as old time radio reveals another shrewish woman is the murderer on some detective show. They do seem to hate independent women in these old shows a lot. I wonder if they realise that they hate women that much? They probably thought they loved women. He takes a shower then he gets on a bus then he gets to work and there are fire engines and police cars and tape is cordoning off something but no one tells him what it is and when he goes outside later on in the day it has all disappeared as if it never happened and no one reports it on the news. He wonders what it was. He will never know. He tries to do an interview with an astronaut but the skype doesn’t work and this is terribly embarrassing for an international news organisation but they manage to do an audio interview somehow but it is still embarrassing and feels unprofessional and he feels as if he has failed and everyone feels as if they have failed. Then he goes home and on the bus a man is talking about salsa and corporate takeover of individual freedoms and he is speaking very loudly and he is not sure what the connection between the two are perhaps salsa will change the world. He is not sure. Then he starts talking about yoga and still there is no pause and no let up and he thinks that maybe this man is talking to himself and not talking into a phone as he first suspected and this makes him a little worried but not as worried as he feels whenever he thinks of the police which makes him very worried. Then he eats some fried chicken and some fries and plays a child’s timing and clapping game which he is not very good at and then he gets on a bus and there is another man talking loudly but this time into a phone but he is talking about Jeapoardy being his favourite show and how his work is full of insane people and my gosh are they insane they are really insane and then he reads about a Father slitting his childrens’ throats and escaping on rollerskates and the fact of the rollerskates is surreal and comic and awful as he imagines this man tottering through the streets of France, for that is where it happened, blood soaked, possibly drunk, thick with guilt and fear as he tries to escape, hopelessly on rollerskates. Then he reads that masculinity is in crisis and he does not understand what this means. Everything is in crisis – masculinity is the least of the problems of the world. Then he gets to be where he feels safe but lonely and then he reads and is hopeful and then he goes to sleep.