In my dream, we attached boats together into a quilt. It was cold. A fire was lit away from the construction. They were singing.	I taped Jay's neighbors with my camera.
	We are constructing our homeland one raft at a time. Fish swim in pipes.

I am not dumb. I know that we're monsters. I know you walk into a story and leave your brains by the door like shoes when you go into a rich person's clean house.

We are constructing our homeland one raft at a time. Fish swim in pipes.