I’m dancing in a festival or convention in a little glade among firs with a crowd of men, women, and strange looking furry puppet people—coyotes or wolves. we dance in slow motion, people touching each other, many people naked. after the fact i start spending the weekend trying to recreate this experience. a package shows up to our door. I’m living in my grandparents’ old house. the package has in it a bunch of boxes with labels of parts and materials on the outside. the deliverer is wearing a lab coat and tries explaining everything to me. R comes out to handle it, she knows this is out of my wheelhouse.
