I woke with an alarm bell for a head - I am still waiting for it to go off. June went out for the day, walking backwards and with her coat inside out. I half expected her to be back before she left but she returned in the prolonged wet of the evening with a coat in one bag and an ocean in the other, I dipped my toe in the ocean and then swam in the coat. I had spent the day nailed to a pseudo-religious floor, getting free late afternoon with the help of a travelling troupe of animal players who wore masks with extinct flora and fauna on them and claimed to have entertained the Russian Royal Family. I showed them something I had written just before their machine gun shadows were metamorphosed into tiger stains on a jungle patterned carpet.