I’m going to call the man in the background Rocco. We’ll get to Rocco. But zooming in today, I understood that Rocco’s eye, his left, has moved to set itself in Bogie’s ring, and stares at Gloria’s hand, seeing for Bogie, whose own eyes have disappeared. After understanding this, I understood that my elbow is probably yours, my knee the upstairs neighbor’s, who vacuums every day precisely at five.