lunar new year, the year of the wood snake. deep dripping fog and hissing wheels on streets. sound is muffled and amplified by fog up here on 15. the cat olive lays in the window looking at the fog like a snake with sheathed eyes. the screen is clawed by jasper, the ancestor cat. we are wholly unprepared for what comes, what has been coming for a long time now. we can only respond now. the snake survived mass extinction. the snake must shed the skin now. then we can see the skin we were in.