I was really struck by the symmetry of the circle. It's absolutely, at least to the eye, absolutely perfectly circular.

The mouth of the Miami River would have been a preferred place to be if you were a prehistoric hunter and gatherer.

Architecture struck me between the eye and the eyeball.

At least 10 separate, distinct times where his head was struck with an object or against an object.

It is 23.32 p.m. I still believe in symmetry, so this will be the last part. You've reached an end if you come back to where you started. I also remain superstitious about certain numbers. I use 23 and 32 for my lottery tickets, for example. It extends to dates. I still see signs.

I made a circular motion with my finger around my temple to indicate I thought this guy was crazy, forgetting that there was no one in the room to see this circular motion except him. He saw it and frowned.