Schtitt and Mario hang out — "Mario thinks of a steel pole…"
Mario thinks of a steel pole raised to double its designed height and clips his shoulder on the green steel edge of a dumpster, pirouetting halfway to the cement before Schtitt darts in to catch him, and it almost looks like they’re doing a dance-floor dip
Context
Schtitt is mid-sentence on life as endless war against the self when he catches the falling boy whose body wars visibly — doctrine and its tenderest illustration in one motion, staged as a dance-floor dip. The street-kids get one sentence: the world's default response to Mario's appearance, noted and not even paused for.