This world has turned to mud; I want to run from it, I want to tame it. The asparagus ships will save us. I am going to bed with a wetsuit on, having conversations with the deceased like a shipworm that is burrowing along the grain funnelling the shavings into its mouth and turning wood into both a protective shell and a meal. I return to the safe anchorage when it is daylight, to bladders with wings scalloped along their margins, to the filter feeders. I am a vampire in a mollusc's world, conquering the ocean (more than pirates). I am seeking a new world governed by my own rules, free from the restraint of another. The asparagus, the pigeon, the blood, the shipworm, bleeding teeth, crab claw and fish eggs travel with me, they are my talismans and my guides.