I know this woman, but she is gone now, living in some alternate universe. Occasionally, I will run into her and she doesn’t even see me, and to think we made love fronting a train station at rush hour and I was watching the commuters, who never noticed us naked in the window just one floor overhead. She was literally the most beautiful woman in the world, and I know this because I have traveled everywhere and I have seen every woman’s naked body. Think of a Russian ballerina, and the voice of an escaping princess, but whose whisper had only the faintest trace of an English accent.