There are girls who have black dresses, because black dresses are a must. But there are those who do not have them, even though they are a must. And so here she is. We can call her Yvette. But perhaps Yvette does have a black dress, or many, or only black dresses. She just could not bear to wear one today, and finds nakedness simpler for the time being. But every choice prevents the worlds in which the rejected choices would have flourished from existing at all. So Yvette has no victory here, by refusing to decide what to wear. Refusing to decide is also a choice. Tomorrow will she be unrecognizable among the others in a black dress, or shall she perpetuate the choice? The stranger in the middle - we can call her Yvette 2 - is ruminating on something: perhaps she will emulate Yvette 1 tomorrow, and therefore, with Yvette 1 dressed up again, we may mistake Yvette 2 for the other Yvette. Maybe this is catching, this self-revelation, this refusal to be dressed up by the world.

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