I’m traveling on my bicycle approaching another cyclist some yards ahead of me, riding in the same direction. As I grow closer I recognize the physique, the hair beneath the helmet, the glasses, as belonging to my studio mate, S. I seem to recall her living somewhere near me, and I’m amused by the unexpected coincidence of running into her en route between the two similar locales. I’m preparing something to say to her as I draw alongside, wondering whether, once we’ve made contact, I will then ride with her for some distance, or greet her and then pass, as I am in fact traveling at a faster speed. I turn my head to face her as our bikes become parallel, and recoil at the sight of a stranger’s face.