The planar are Immodesty. They, the palette dock, cleft into air, but not itself, for an absent plastic tongue – they, the bosom of a Dame Burlesque, with her protective limbs aloof, absorbing confidence in every obvious moment - they, the uncreased leaf of sentimental love note that lacks in intimacy for lack of inflection… Their sensations leave one disappointed, as the effortlessly perceived always do.