It’s probably a melting process. Often we feel weak afterwards, in a very agreable way. Even our knees, the most important joints in our bodies, have lost considerable strength. It feels so good to move like we’re devoid of internal structure. For all intents and purposes we have become man-jellies.

There are dangers to negotiate. Still attracted to each other, we need to keep our proper distance. Extensional viscosity is so low, we might intermingle to the point of no return. Two things simply can’t be in the same place, Aristotle confirms.

Sometimes we can hardly shop. We float between the shelves, almost unable to choose appropriate nourishment. Music is everywhere. Lifting a hand has become a challenge. When we set our minds to it though, we master it with grace. Think vines reaching for their next attachment point. You can have cheese and other dairy products. Cucumbers, beverages, and pepper spray. What little we utter while shopping can be quite profound.

“I can’t remember”, you say. “What was the maiden name of capitalism again?”

Sometimes I’m not philosopher enough to give satisfactory answers. Yet shop we must, whether we’ve been kissing or not. Otherwise, starvation would be a real possibility.