With gratitude, To Yannis and Anna Daxne Rositten, Rezitsa, Rezekne - the buzzing of a bee is replaced by a sting - the tip hurts, penetrates the skin - you can’t get it out without a doctor: a replacement for a simple whistle. The loop of sound is the freeway of language—the lazy gait of history. Age is dialect, progress is displacement, rushing vowels are bushy consonants, mind is fog, strength is brevity, ellipsis is god. Rezitsa, Rezekne, Rositten. Rezekne, Rositten, Rezitsa.