Diogenes turned to Socrates.

“In five minutes he will call a slap embodied feedback.”

I did not laugh. I had to hold the center. Or at least the illusion that there still was one.

“What I want,” I continued, “is for us to begin from something simple. What is it that you can no longer stand in here? Not in general. Here. In this room.”

Good question. Bad for me.