“Knot the tie and go to work, un-knot the tie and go to sleep. I sleep. I dream. I wake. I sing. I get out the hammer and start knocking in the wooden pegs that affix the meaning to the landscape, the inner life to the body, the names to the things. I float too much to wander, like you, in the real world. I envy it but that’s the deal—you’re a train and I’m a train station and when I try to guess your trajectory I end up telling my own story”.