The water spigots here are all very small. Using the largest one, I rinse the soap from my body. A person riding a bike turns into someone driving a car— and the bike morphs into an automobile. I am sitting on a cart looking down at the water below the bridge. I hear a man say: look, there are so many fish under the bridge. There are lots of black fish and green sea conches.
I am walking alone along a deserted beach. There I collect two calendars as large as bed sheets. On the back is a grid of boxes. The room where I am staying has a computer and a TV antenna. I don't know yet that when I am going down the stairs, I start to tremble and shake, emitting a sound to myself. I have become a schizophrenic mental patient, standing there laughing. A woman stares at me so that I have to turn it off.
A woman leaps through the window. I stand on the bed and want to jump out too. A girl is hugging a big red red lamp that turns into a sharp needle, flying through the air, and installs the lamp onto a big machine.