Peter and Susan were going along the road in no particular place. Peter could have been thinking about anything if you looked. There was a kind of faint smile but not one that was to do with anything more like one he had forgotten to let go of. From something that had happened or that he had thought of but was no longer there. Susan said “With some people however, what is on their face is a product of what is on their mind.” Peter said “Sometimes the face has nothing in particular coming into it from anywhere.” Susan found that unlikely. “Is it not possible she said that what is regarded as a trace is not so much a relic as an expression of either the barely containable interior or the unbroken clamour from out there?” Susan gestured with her hand to indicate the general kind of direction of such material. Let’s ask this guy they said. Excuse me, what do you think of what Susan just said? “Kids, it is what it is said the guy.” Peter and Susan rolled their eyes. That sucked Peter remarked. The guy was full of shit said Susan.
