I set the table. That is five years.

Right over there is the Roanoke Sound. Behind me is an oak tree, a quercus virginiana. And the breasts of Virginia Dare. And the breasts of Virginia Dare. And Queen Elizabeth fetishizes Dr. Strangelove, Peter Sellers, Rodney Dangerfield, The Incredible Hulk. The bees deadheading details. A loblolly pine, a magnolia, a rhododendron. And the rose. And the roses. I am in the Elizabethan Gardens in North Carolina. I am in the Elizabethan Gardens in North Carolina. Breakfast cereal. Gas station. Apple butter. Participate, discuss the sensation of participation. Describe the scene of the crime. Yes, that is enough. More than enough. Seagull. And now I am home. Back in my studio. Coffee.