—Partly from me. Partly from the amphetamine-poppers under the overpass. Partly from his own original thoughts. I am surprised to see that he is half way intelligent.
—There isn’t much chance of him being an aristocrat.
—No, none. He will soon be accosted.
—By whom?
—By a man desiring to have sex with him.
—Explain this approach.
—The same as any other I presume: hello, hello, how are you, I’m fine and how are you. The man will be thinking to himself, while engaging in small talk, that he’ll put twenty dollars into Jatupon’s underwear when they are alone in his apartment. He will not have any doubts about being able to buy him.
—Just for the feel of human flesh?
—For a human that feel is indispensable. They are gadabouts and they expend themselves in motion as a defense mechanism by which to avoid their own thoughts. It is the same for feeling the silk of other skin.
It breaks them from isolation. They find their thoughts such a prison.