The bottomlit socket of Britt’s right eye off the edge of Bogart’s right hand. A smile that’s crept onto his face again today, which I didn’t notice yesterday. Gloria Grahame’s fingers, now so long. I understand now why they curled together claw-like for all those months. They say the continents were once one – Pangaea, the supercontinent, containing everything – and parted over millennia into seven.⠀