16 April 2007 | Vol. 7, No. 1

Fish-Holes

Phillip is fascinated by interfaces.

Skin is his favorite organ.

Here I, object, am.


But there becomes a point in space,

he sighs, where I stop and all that is not me

begins. What physics, what magic

happens here, at the seam?


He imagines

an unimaginably thin latticework

of binding detonations