Come Downstairs

We can understand the desire to (always desire, never actual satisfaction) see them, but it is still fascinating. Something like pre-ripped jeans on someone supposedly respectable. But there is no sweat to them, or if there is it’s removed from your experience of them. What do they smell like (shit?), how do they feel (fuck if I know), does this count as a real experience (never, ever. always, forever. you don’t get to know).