Who knows?
Dear Cyranose: If by “it” you mean your solitary state, if by “it” you mean the endless nights you spend alone even when entwined in the arms of another, if by “it” you mean the existential state of emptiness that eventually crushes everyoneâ¦no, it’s not your nose. It’s your species. Enter by yourself, exit by yourself: That’s the way we do it around here.