For once I got up before June, chose a voice from the voice cabinet and a hat with open eyes in it and walked quickly (or ran slowly) for the bus. I changed buses among feeding rooks and took the brightly coloured slime mould route to my childhood village. I heard the band leader issuing instructions from the pendulum pit and we both pulled coloured handkerchiefs from our mouths for breakfast. I then climbed a rainbow tree and collected up glasses for him to carefully wrap in the collected profiles of passers by. We stopped when I pulled out a full frontal face and couldn’t find a space on the Middle Kingdom wall for it. I came home in a capsule pulled by stone flies landing by the garden pond where a water lily had propelled a spear into the side of a crucified figure.