Dreamed that in the woods behind the bungalow in the Catskills where my family spent summers there was a cave with a crawl space that led in my mind to both myelinated (white matter) and unmyelinated (gray matter) nerve fibres. In the medulla, however, the normal anatomic relationship of the two is reversed, with the white matter on the outside and the gray matter lying on the inside, around the fourth ventricle (a fluid-filled cavity formed by the expansion of the central canal of the spinal cord upon entering a room filled with ancient Indian relics.

Read that Billy Batson was guided by a faceless man to the dérive--to give yourself up to the promises of the city, and then to find them wanting--to drift through the city, allowing its signs to direct, to detour your steps, and then to divert those signs yourself, forcing them to give up an abandoned subway station, where he met the ancient wizard, Shazam, who taught him how by simply saying Shazam! he would be transformed into Captain Marvel, a grown-up superhero. Was his psyche metamorphized too?

During my boyhood in Brooklyn, in a cavernous underground terminal the bone picker marched down the sloping earth ramp which went from the ridge top to the valley. He came to the enclosure where the warrior lay, and climbed onto the platform. With his long nails he carefully scraped all the flesh from the skeleton, placing the clean white bones inside trolleys were turned on platforms until they pointed in the opposite direction from which they had arrived.