My mind is changing. I’m finding a new state, here on the far side of the Chamber of Isis. I have lived in a jar made of time, and now I am spilled across the countertop like some boneless deep-sea thing. My thoughts occur out of sequence: inspiration precedes event. I leap from the bath shouting "Eureka!" and only then do I notice the displacement of the water. This in turn bewilders me, and the chain of connection breaks. A new configuration flickers into existence, briefly paramount: a shark, a devil, a hunter. A moment later, I resume myself, wondering what I’ve done in the meanwhile, and how long I’ve been gone. I am torn. I must—ho ho—I must pull myself together.