Erection エレクション and Election 選挙

On the other side of the world, we were stark and austere as ever, our socks pulled up higher and higher still. There had been a monumental erection back home, and we knew we were missing something good.

We went out searching for it in an overtrumped Parisian nightclub. The winner of the erection (waving) and the loser of it (coughing) were coloring the walls as projections. We got ready to feel free and brave.

But who are you? Near the bar, a bully from New York was squinting out at me from behind all the white skin that puffed forward around his eyes. His mouth was moving quickly and it asked me who I was again and then mimicked my name, smiling hugely like something was funny. In his paw was a mobile phone containing a photo he'd just taken of David Hasselhoff.

David's left the club, they said. Too many people had been fighting over a chance to take his picture.

I went outside and saw him standing on the blue overpass with his chin on the railing, looking down at the river of cars passing under him.

When I got home my roommates were watching the tea pot boil. It was starting to make ticking noises but the water wasn't moving yet.