"such fertile ground for amateur psychoanalysis"
Dream: I am at Powell's Books with π. It is near closing time; almost no one is in the store. An old man says, "You two are such a cute couple. Can I take your picture?" We sit on a bench and he snaps a Polaroid, which he then hands to me. As it develops I realize that I am the only person in the photo. I look around me. I am alone in the store.
