“We are attending some function. Something sharp-dressed and dark and held in a crowded hall of unclear dimensions, full of humming silhouetted small talk. With a lilting social languor we lift chilly wineglasses and move through many people. A white-jacketed, slick-locked, ink-eyed catering fellow alights nearby with a bright white tray seemingly floating a millimeter above his fingertips, silently offering us tiny cubes of prepared fish poised in the centers of bone china plates as small as castanets.”
“Additive,” a memorable bit of writing at erasing.org.