(Note: The Cooperation of Anarchists, parts 1-45 should be read from the beginning. Please see part 1.)
The sailboats bob with their masts down. White and hunched over on the water, floating bloated like a body.
I woke from a dream mid laugh. My face was pressed against the window screen. The little holes were filled in gray with insect carcasses and dust.
Through the screen, I saw the boats, floating bloated like bodies.
I was in my bed alone. A pirate ship, upright, moved out into the morning. The members of the House came into my room with spears.
(The End of Parts 1-45)
