I went back to high school for some reason—maybe I hadn’t really ever graduated, but this was unclear. I took an art class and one assignment was putting on an art exhibit. I was nervous about this and unsure how it worked—was I supposed to set it up somewhere, should I invite the other students? I kept trying to track down my teacher to ask her but I never could. I tried to call or text her but my phone’s interface grew abstract and bizarre, not allowing me to tap or type anything to dial or send.

The town was covered in florid graffiti. Some of it was abstract. Some was numbers and symbols from a math problem or proof. We ventured out in groups to create video projects.

I find a book about painting called I Paint the Moon With Glass and I think about giving it to M. B. I open it and there are examples of how to paint various lettering styles and many pictures, in grainy ‘50s Life Magazine-style color, of raw meat and wood. Meat on wooden cutting boards. The center of the book is a two-page spread picture of a cocktail party where there are about a dozen men holding drinks in various pastel-colored suits, wearing bird masks over their heads. Each head is an elaborate and colorful exotic bird's head. There is a caption below the picture. The caption says, "Coffee and cigarettes are most popular for breakfast."