yesterday's french word-of-the-day was "seuil", do you know it? you were crossing a threshold and so was i, circling the goodbye in the métro like a couple of hunters afraid of the prey. you were franchiring le seuil and i kissed you on the brink. there is only forward movement you would say with your scientific certainty but i will go below to turn over the magician's books to prove you wrong. dusty overgrown pages that tell what science is on the brink of discovering. and yet when you cross the threshold, it may be into the fourth dimension or the fifth, like alice did. human steps have always gone one step beyond...