For once I got up a long time before June and left the house with my coat in my pocket and the rain coming down inside my haversack - remarkably when I checked later it wasn’t wet although there were two fish (and five loaves of bread). I caught the bus with images of the early cosmos as a backdrop, disembarking at the coldest place of the day before catching a quasar in front of an omnibus montage. I met the king of all petrol driven vehicles and we talked of a past I would still like to be in. I came back early so that June could drive an ox team to town with our combined history written on a papyrus roll in an otherwise empty shopping bag. I turned the heat up and wondered yet again if the protagonists in this reality game could change the rules.