My intuition feels laser-sharp. not only is the flow directing me but the flow is playing me like an instrument, praising my quickness but also laughing at me when i make a gross farting noise. i keep checking to see if i am bullshitting myself, turning my head quickly to try to catch my own …

I live in an 8-ft-square concrete cube with a round hobbit door, on the lip of a cottonwood river valley in the Upper Bajada. Peacocks scrabble on the tin roof of my cube. When the sun rises I climb from my cube up to the city on the top of the mesa where there are …