Clarified pineapple and hops syrup for the drinks at the celebration. A flavor no one has experienced before this moment and they send it to Monday night dinner–– the taste of their love. It is then paired with voodoo chips, mixed with mezcal, and slurped through a dick-shaped ice luge that was found, new in-box, on the streets of New Orleans. Indeed how the city does provide.

Dream of logistics, agonizingly so. Wake up relieved to be nearly done with the tree chapter. In this dream someone says, “Simone had a Polaroid camera she could step on a button and it would take the photo” I wonder about her, wherever she is. Composing the beautiful ether.