Maybe it's the dim lighting, he seemed to look much more youthful at bar none. Sure he is still as skeletal, but there's more vigour in his steps. Joe took his seat so he stood next to me during the gig till it was time for him to catch the last bus. The last time I saw him was at MICA in the midst of an experimental performance. While the crowd was swaying to Serenaide's pop jangles, he watched gravely with his arms folded. His gestures seemed to be saying "it's a waste of my time," but I could be wrong. There is lots to be done but there is nothing driving me to do anything on a windless, humid night like this. I'm wasting my own time. Recalling trivials like this helps to kill time.