Fingers tapped, perusing products. A whirring fan did little to keep the place cool. Simple diagrams in an ancient book illustrated the secrets of the universe, but I seemed to have forgotten your name as we stepped out into the street. It was time perhaps to start again, dig out last coins and drop them into the held out hat on the corner. The waiting boat was full to the brim, stuff gathered over the years. We could only speak in broken sounds that no one understood.