Have pity on him, this man who has lost so much. I apologize for him, he doesn’t know any better. These social rules have lost all meaning to him. He can’t recognize those looks pretentious looks of yours— your brows furrowed which narrow a pair of judging eyes as if you know him. As if you know his story, as if you know anything at all about him. As if you know how we suffer with each piercing glance cast our way. I don’t ask you to understand, only for you to soften your gaze. Please.