I watched June go out, my hands in the air like the god of all four winds stuck in the fifth dimension. After a breakfast sat before a cyclops Poppy and I retraced the steps of the parking meter pilgrims (before all linear movements are replaced by curved ones) and made a loop within a loop before returning home via superposed spirals. I worked within concrete clouds for a time, June contacting me with a gravel phone - we talked with words as fluid as wet cement. I then returned to my contradictory mythological science existence; writing about the future with the symbolic remains of extinct organisms. I wondered again about time loops and spirals with an image in my head of dinosaurs mulling over the imprint of a computer found in a newly exposed rock face.