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