This is a metric with substance inside a measurable space that we know from our own awful experience. This is not for donor's, adults, or kind shills. Performance isn't a raffle. It's not an evenings dialogue with a lottery ticket. It's not the circumstances that might lead to, BINGO. Instead it is the empty hall with it's tables and doors left dim. It's the morning after we've loved our loves again. It's a golden sweep being guided through a room of many dances where every step is a was. Performance is the last of our first things that makes us strong.
Sweeping the deck for conjecture, assumption and any other tools of rumor left behind at the bar. But alas a curtain, a poorly lit lamp and some coins will have to do when the map is once again lost.