And in WaWa Land, Ali Vittalli wakes up from her wish to sleep for the weak. Avi Velshi is by her side.
[Setting: a park in Pennsylvania, Ali Vittalli is in the front-leaning rest position, her tummy is pressed to the bench and her arms (2-each) hang like spaghetti from the lengths that make up the bench, Avi Velshi is on a smart phone display. Avi is yapping about the Commando 450 (showerhead) that he scored in Tucson, Arizona]
— What day is it? And why is my hair tied in a pony tail?
— Saturday, probably because you’ve been, “[sleeping] in place and traveling through time”.
— Are you ready to do an exposé of what went on in your head?
— Must I show the scratch-work that went into every plot?
— You betcha, kid.
… [A]vi, I’ve just woken up after an entire week of sleeping on the planks of this wooden bench and every bone in my body is aching like a sonovabitch right now, so Witt D.A.T. in mind, let me turn to pages 12 and 13 of the CAP Cuaderno “autre regard 👁” de la Situation n°1: l’exploration du continent américain—o como dicen los franceses, “entre chiles y repollos”.