I haven't done much except to visit you in all this wetness
by Eric Schweiker

1st Day
Your drinking bird mouth speaks this soft architecture. Drowning is not a favorite word but enters language like cancer. Call the city “my tumor” and grab the scalpel and a stick of gum. We will build a bomb out of flesh and spit and go on vacation. By the way have you practiced your high kicks and oil slick escapes?

But first there are some papers to read on the history of surfaces (I have the history of liquids memorized. It is a one-volume work called The History of Liquids)