Thousand: Three Hundred Thirty-Six

shadow. It sounds like the barking of a dog on a street corner in Kathmandu to a man in orbit. It sounds like an idea you’ve had, been obsessed by, then completely forgotten until one night you dream about something unrelated, losing a button on a cuff, say, and you suddenly remember there was an idea that almost drove you nuts, and now you have no clue what it was, thank god. It sounds like a jackhammer tearing up concrete in a documentary playing on a channel the TV hasn’t received since the dispute with the cable company. It sounds