The symposium entitled Why a Machine Can Write Better than You, and Does,

wasn’t nearly as popular as Flamethrowers: Is There One in Your Future?, and

neither could hold a candle to Guppies in the Kitchen: A Normative Reading. The

preponderance of jaded gardeners at Low-Maintenance Gravel: Future’s Flower was

nearly equalled by the architects-on-the-lam lining up for Mobile Home Architecture.

Your revised schedule included two hours of Fortune Cookies Deconstructed, after

which the scent of lemons met you at every intersection. Meanwhile, unbeknownst

to organiser and organised alike, the Norwegian Contingent was ready to strike,

paint fjords on the least of the leftover nightstands. Your miniature camera, hidden

in a much larger camera, clicks twice on their coastal waters, at once deliberate and

self-effacing.