On the verge of becoming impossible certain fictions claim free-floating functioning, or books as the work of authorial egress. Yes, even simple words like dog are spinning wildly out of control. Canines, if we can term this a challenge, bark. The Ward offers “bark,” a guttural boat made of trees. Or the phrase and fable collective weighing in with the Guttenberg Cup. A kind of sailing, huzzah! In the formidable senate allusions are always the products of a perceived gap. The dog resists, becoming a lesser deity. Or “bark,” the peeling of a species’ language. There is something else afoot that nevertheless structures utterance. I say “hamburger” and “Tuesday.” It’s all about pleasure and reason initiated but they tell in different ways. The Doctor called it a teasing out of traces, the historical taint a great tool for seeing how. Blue pill. Pantheons of mythology now. Screens and studios of information on the verge of becoming impossible.