A dinosaur appears at the bottom of the city harbor. No one knows this dinosaur, I don’t know the dinosaur. I don’t know it, because I’m beating the fuck out of the fake carnations on my dining room table with a thick claw hand, and doubting the shit in the wind, the stuff that’s silent. The sample wind outside is not real wind, I think. I pay no attention to the dinosaur in the city harbor that I don’t know about.