Chasms

How many little depthless chasms did Foucault have to traverse, as he walked down the hallway leading his mostly-naked boyfriend forward on a leash?

As many as the gaps between threads in the carpet.

Still, he crossed them glidingly, to step off into the biggest void of all: the classroom

The hallway was simple, when he only had to manage the carpet, and, perhaps, the cinderblock walls.

In the classrooms there are as many sets of eyes as there are eyes, all of them coming from different places, but rushing towards one place: the podium, where Foucault is standing.

Surely, then, he is the bravest of men. Can we begrudge him the leash, which is the tie-line, or the one attached to it, who is an anchor?