Somewhere in Brooklyn: I was at a house party not too long after I moved to New York. I was chatting with a tall gangly guy, mop of black hair and glasses.
“What do you do for work?” I asked the tall gangly guy I was standing next to, nursing our red cups.
“I’m getting my Ph.D.,” he said.
“What in?”
“Geometry.”
“Woah, cool. So, like, what do you work on?”
“Shapes.”