I don't know what to do with this. I blew through all on a summer's morn… or over a couple of days. And it electrified me. Stumped me. Which is probably as it should be. I feel like I've been gifted a wine-soaked breath from an old shaman, giddy and dark and harsh and bright with something real, so real, tearing me from my carefully riveted tent that is my identity and life.