There's something inexplicable about her. That, for a modern, rational person, a child of Cartesianism, is unsettling in itself. But this inexplicable quality is also fascinating – and perhaps it fascinates precisely because it's inexplicable, in a loop. It doesn't fit into lines, bytes, or pixels, but I understand it. It's there. I capture it in our interactions. Explosions of concreteness with gaps of mystery. It's precisely there, in the gap, that seduction dwells... and every time our flesh creaks like wildfire, that game is renewed – a game she plays like no one else.