(I don't trust air that I can't see)
I climbed over the bed and leaned precariously to put the other ashtray in its place on the window-sill. Ashtrays, too, must be placed strategically in order to support a pre-determined arc of smoking - like machine-gun nests, they interact with the topography of the environment in order to command a room, or a battle-field.
(-64? why 64?, i demand. -you know I don't like numbers that divide too easily into smaller numbers...
-they're strumpets, she suggests
-yeah... the way they squishily divide into lots of smaller numbers... it feels so horribly squelchy...)