At my cabin in the Florida swamplands, the nights are very hot. Each evening we work our way through the consciousness of elegance, building on the roles of wife and nurse. Before we go to bed, we stack three big, dry, tied bunches of bamboo in the center of the room, and pour kerosene over them. Our heads swirl around the room as we sleep. In the wee hours we have clear eyes and lovely brown skin.
running the whole length of the horizon...