Men

I look at the man with a woman by his side. She keeps him company. It's settled. Her presence is about giving him access to his identity. On that terrasse, sat in the soft furniture, drinks on the table, she has none. She entertains him by giving him her full attention, not by sharing her thoughts. They both gave something up. They are bored, awaiting another erection.

I look at another man. He is by the side of a woman. He keeps her company. He serves somebody. He is a parasite. Parasites are not bored. The erection is free of faces. He produces it by himself.

The third man is newly married, he is younger. His wife has got something in her eye, he is in front of her, with two fingers he opens her eye, he looks into it, she shakes her head, and leaves. He doesn't know yet who is with whom. It's not decided, or what is decided is not fully accepted. Soon she'll be pregnant.