backless chairs
it’s the feeling you get with low watt bulbs in a big room and everyone in smallish chairs with sunken bottoms. recliners where voice sinks with attendant body slack, arms look thinner, and the whole impression is one of fishing in a pot of soup for the last best beef slice.
all the time, he is saying, “why do i feel so weird here?” we’ve got empty bowls in our laps from dinner and the whole episode has been looped and re-recorded analog, like loss of information meets charm of the lost age.
it’s the feeling you get when you feel so weird here. the small-big. the i’m so small right now that i feel the largest, but meta-ish.
she says all of the time, “everything you do is so self-referential that it makes me feel tiny.”
it’s the feeling you get when he feels so weird about being so big-small-meta.
