I got up earlier than usual for the sandwich filling part of the week. A train was coming into the station in my head but I suddenly found I was barefoot and had to return home to put on New Testament sandals. I had to visit a city perched on top of a telegraph pole - I heard complicated messages as simple vibrations and placed a tuning fork against the left flank of a passing asteroid. Friends and I looked at blank patches of sky and found pictures in them before I absentmindedly dropped a song into a glass of wine, the music grew fainter and then stopped altogether when it touched the bottom. I wondered, while looking at a cobbled path, whether I could communicate across time and then had to make way for a horse and cart - the man in the back had just invented the first ice cold fusion reactor.