in the steady heat of midsummer, the regular walks of any given day become inordinately taxing. the mere influence of direct sun shining on exposed skin saps the energy usually generated by such activities, the body working overtime to cool off. the ideal afternoon or early evening presents an opportunity to rest in a shaded room.

I have incredibly banal and everyday dreams—sometimes so banal I think they are conversations or experiences I’ve actually had. but occasionally scattered in are strange scatological episodes that appear to have no subconscious connection to the everyday. maybe it stands for something deeper.