Dear U,
It has occurred to K that everyone may be dead, and this is what is after life—a small occasion near a sea or wheatfield, a joke that pokes under a layering of disguises, that vestigial sense of being incomplete in the hours alone. 040e005>But how does one know if the next person is a false friend, a vampire, or an installation from a dream, partly observed?040e005> 040e006>Why is there water?040e006>
