Still looking for gaps, tears in the fabric of space-time, escape: the gap today appears below Bogart’s earlobe, the dark shadow there, a portal through his jaw, or more likely straight into the part of the brain called the Pons, realm of the nuclei ruling sleep, respiration, swallowing, bladder control, hearing, equilibrium, taste, eye movement, facial expressions, facial sensation, and posture. Which explains just about everything. Come back out when you’re done.⠀