Ambled into Starbucks to buy a square soylent Mocha fraudulent iced Nissan, scooted to Costco to jump the coprophagous line feeling for my plastic, holding essential items supposedly—driving, driving toward vast Calif. from Los Angeles, emerging inside Pico Union nascent tissue growth of micro-coastal swarming, these dental cities approach intersections of eye trees with green cars—wrongly convicted, wrongly imprisoned, wrongly deported in the backseat, licking all my envelopes stamped once and forever with underwater numbers. Cold fire of everything from the inside, of music and of going forth. Shoes and lives, worlds and skin—My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge by Paul Guest.