(I initially noticed this reversal in our cheval glass reflection—her lucubratory loft was otherwise bare).

A whiff of brine, a swank trestle adumbrant, Loading Only No Standing, 14th & 10th—this was Tetration’s NY HQ.

We got sommeliered by a guy with a cowbelling tastevin. Finn went white, I went red, both of new autochthonous vintage

It was a spit of beach along a salina bayscape. A dimidiate moon, and stars falling darkly pacific.

I opened a window—not a real actual window, rather an otherness or alterity—a sill for my filth.

The doorcom monitor showed only a fuscously cloaked dessert cart.

The Indian, who prayed there daily, was propitiated.

establish another competing remote lab to coadunate proprietary specs

a nulliparous uncle and aunt in Fresno

To the West Beta justifies mess, excess, otiosity, sloth, and only the East understands it for what it is, the basic prime condition.