overheard at the empty chair, 3 o'clock position "—and she said the future belongs to those who hear it coming but I swear all I heard was the wine glass touching the table and someone saying capitalism like it was the name of a town they'd driven through once without stopping—" "—four hundred and eleven steps, I counted, from the circle to the car park, which is exactly the distance between a question you ask in a room full of people and the answer you give yourself alone in the fog with your headlights on—" "—nine of us and one empty chair and nobody sat in it but everyone kept glancing at it like a tooth that's missing, you keep tonguing the gap, you can't help it—"