Earlier this week I went swimming in a fifty meter pool in Pasadena California. The water was not warm but refractions of the sun covered the floor in flakes of light. Though originally a ball of burning gas, a man sings along to the radio and a dog barks. These kinds of energies. I got out of the pool and sat down on the concrete to stretch, touching my toes and flexing my groin. A tick bit into my arm and I spent the next forty five minutes dealing with the repercussions: why me?