1	Building the Perfect Man »
His hawk mask is an explosion of black and brown, and shards of ivory peek through the profusion of feathers. His robe, a mosaic of lizards, flows about him like a mist held in place by geometric theory . . .
2	Ax, Awl & Trowel »
On the night of the full moon, when the circle hung low and fat in the black night, a brother came to his sibling's temple . . .
3	Drift »
The dunes are like ocean waves, perfectly regular crests as far as my eye can see. The capricious djinn of the desert have left curls in some of the peaks, little twists of sand that will not last . . .
4	Equinox »
Tomorrow, we begin our journey in earnest. The last few weeks have been fraught with planning and preparation, and our progress upriver has been slow as we have been making ourselves familiar with the terrain and our boats . . .
5	Garden »
Mr. Gaultier is no longer trying to hide his dislike of my decision from the rest of the expedition . . .
6	Pliable »
FROM: heron74@... SUB: The Earnestness of Our Conversion . . .
7	Reconstruction »
The intent of this journal has always been to source out the disturbance in my head, and I have approached these pages with as little editorial interference as possible . . .
8	Silence »
FROM: sparkly_wonder@... SUB: Silence . . .
9	The Hermit »
He stands upon a stone, raising his lantern toward the West. Behind him, in the distance, a landscape of hills has been worn down by wind and darkness to a sea of sloping dunes . . .
10	Suicide »
I am very sorry to have been the bearer of bad news the other day. Since the business is a matter of public record now, I can confirm that Jerry McElholn died some time in the afternoon of Thursday, the 17th . . .
11	Spine »
There is an old myth about the spine: it is the last part of a mortal man to decay. While the worms take the flesh and the trees drink the blood, the spine remains resolute and firm . . .
12	Note »
Photocopy of note found beside Jerry McElholn, May 17th, 1977 . . .
13	Pliable »
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FROM: heron74@... SUB: RE[2]: The Earnestness of Our Conversion . . .
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20	Pliable »
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21	Pliable »
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22	Silence »
FROM: terminalx@... SUB: RE: Silence . . .
23	Silence »
FROM: sparkly_wonder@... SUB: RE[2]: Silence . . .
24	Silence »
FROM: terminalx@... SUB: RE[4]: Silence . . .
25	Birds of the Old World »
Clasping her bloody package to her chest—the wet fabric of her robe sticks to her skin—she drifts from the scene, vanishing into immaterial darkness . . . [art]