I started the day as a comma but by the middle of the afternoon had become a full stop. June and I went out for the day, intersecting like lines on the National grid at dinner time. Travelling to the scene of a Civil War battle in an aquarium and then back home with an interesting pattern of gunpowder burns by rabbit hutch (I sucked hay while June sucked straw). In between we watched a city being built from fungal cytoplasm and its entire history being compiled from the bacterial stains on an otherwise clean floor. The cleaner said that all faces are just voices and as they age their story gets longer - I imagined my beard as long as War and Peace and called my shadow Pierre. I then dreamed another shadow called Natasha crept up on me, even though there was no body associated with it.