Gary knows it all

I'm putting on my shades, it's 10:00 AM. He's starting up his theories once

again. He leans across the breakfast, toast and tea, to explain the

laws of light and space to me. He says the stars are just

holes in the velvet curtain. He says the sun is cold, he's absolutely certain.

I just sit my coffee, looking pretty in the light while he proves

that moon is actually the night. Oh, Gary's got a

vision. Gary's got a plan. I'm living with a very special

kind of man. It's a beautiful disaster. It's a sophisticated mess.