Pressure and giving up are from the same cloth: nylon, with velcro glued on. Branded, patented, and unnatural; this connection is made to for its own removal. Leashed by expectations, we are a precision pair, as clear as red and green, with no room for yellow. On this island, we last men forgot to bring the one book we would have brought-- and there is no clear way out. What canine hominid concatenation brought us here, to the edge, to the shore, to the late day full sun that makes olive trees sing and the both of us pant? There's the obsessions, of course. Fuzzy tails and rectangular screens distract us cousins from what we see in each other's eyes: anchors, prison, affection, interest, and an unlimited cascade of nasal jewels, prepared to incite the memory of every day since we first found ourselves breathing our mutual air.