And but so you stand on one corner and he stands on the one diagonally across while catawampus police-grade neon-yellow caution tape dangles around him, drifting aimlessly in the wind, which tape someone has not cut with scissors but torn by lining up far away and running red rover, and how this you distinguish with your eyes alone you do not know. He looks like an injured banana, waiting to be made into banana muffins.