Technology spoke up and said it's not clear to me why the human wants to introduce such drastic tensions. How do her features cohere? It's because her skin is not completely covered with hair and she's a little ridiculous in her nudity. She wades into a swamp of conscious contradictions, her feet grow long and luminous, her palms are wet. When she stands up, waist deep and dripping with weeds, she wants to have a dinner party, with floating blue-green plates and water-lily glasses you have to gently chase as they drift along in the dragonfly breeze. Silverware sinks too fast. You send regrets because her face is lopsided and her floor sucks.

Dear Sir: I apologize again for my waist-deep way of life. I know I don't remember to towel off even when I'm using electricity. Someday, maybe soon, you will come to appreciate the freshness of these hazards.