In one of my seven heads I imagined myself in an empty room, laying on my back and looking at a patterned sky in which black fish swam for a fleeting moment. As June surrounded the Alamo I tried in vain to conjure them up again before leaving my chair - which immediately changed into a great white shark in a sea shaped like a tadpole. I mulled over the dangers of tadpoles before June and I went out; me wearing the front door keys as earrings and her the back. We visited a shop where everything on sale was put out of reach. I asked for the most unreachable object there and later got it; loading it onto a strawberry flavoured hovercraft and navigating a swamp in the North American deep south. June and I then came home wearing house doors for hats; me the front door and her the back.