Hi! How’s your love life?

Very fulfilling. How’s your career?

Steady like magnetic North.

Has it affected your libido?

Still no change.

You don’t really see other people, just a little shadow where an individual should be.

Bodies always seems so obscenely factual. Like a chair, a table.

Don’t you have any fantasies?

My perspective is so completely secular, so disillusioned that this human lump could just as well be anybody.

In what way is a bit of skin or a particular joint erotic, any more than the tube of a vacuum cleaner?

The next logical conclusion. Failure of imagination becomes paranoia.