Clouds above mottle sky in the almost full moon light. In Egypt as Thoth he left ibis steps traced in sand. But his many traditions converge in a form of light reaching out of dark night. He is mediator of that other world, the source of becoming. And in the night he is most at home.
Car lights flash by, and the buildings are streaked with logos and reflections in windows.
Hoa's new cut hair shines. Carol holds the wheel, grinding teeth. I am crammed in backseat with Roger and Jeremiah. No one knows what to expect. A German beer hall booms in warm rooms, but we go up to the roof.