Below me are alligators: the closer you look look the more you look look look look- look the more you see. Thousands of alligators in the clearwater. All different sizes, inhabiting the negative space of one another. One breaches the water and snaps at me. An alligator! Running across the water or in the shallow parts of it. Across the protruding rocks. The rocks. ALLIGATORS in the water. In the negative space. Look at all these fucking ALLIGATORS filling in and reflecting the negative space. Filling in and re flecting in the Negative space. DO YOU SEE THEM? THE ALLIGATORS? Fell down the stairs in the heat. Hit his head on the metal part in between the concrete sidewalk. His feet are still up on the third step as the cop presses his chest helplessly – forgetting to breathe air into the already dead mouth. A gaping abyss representative of decay and ending in death. Eventually more cops come, maybe 9 total – standing around holding their belts above their guns, reminded of the fear of their own death in the dead guy’s mouth. And then I point attention at myself, seeing me staring from in front of me, behind me, wondering why I won’t step in to save him, every moment becoming more and more unresponsive. Forgetting to offer my own air then recognizing my own fear, folding into hubris, then arrogance and decisively landing on self-preservation – rolling around my First Aid and CPR training in my head thinking I’d do it better than the cops, who’ve been on the scene for many minutes before me, failing to cover the bleeding opening in his head. I piece together my plan for the future, while I watch him die – watch the “pro’s” try to save his life – “Next time I’ll be ready – next time they won’t die”, as this life slips away. I couldn’t have saved him – because I didn’t. The ambulance arrives and the put a manual air pump onto his face and press the stale air into his body. I watch it like everyone else crowded around, feeling as though time had elapsed. Now what looks like 700 police and EMS set the man onto the stretcher, after placing him in a purple neck-brace that matches the color of his lips. They awkwardly set his limp body into the ambulance and again I see me centering myself, as I watch me look at the now millions of emergency personnel slipping on banana peels and tripping over each other like little bitches. I blame myself. Had I been prepared and thought through all the variables – he might have survived. But I was not contacted in time. To me, this was a warning shot for some later time when I might be called upon. I won’t fail and fall on the third step. I would place my shirt, or any fabric underneath their head to stop the bleeding, then perform 30 chest compressions followed by 2 breathes with the head tilted slightly past neutral with my fingers pinching the nose closed. I ask someone to get a first aid kit and AED (defibrillator). I continue until the AED arrives. I turn on the AED and place one pad on the chest and the other on the left side. Hold for clear. CLEAR! Clear for shock. CLEAR! I Continue with 30 chest compressions followed by 2 breaths. I continue until I’m exhausted or the ambulance arrives. “A Ukrainian infant is crushed by millions of pieces of Rimowa™ luggage, weighing in at an infinite weight with unlimited crushing force. The baby is a smear now, still crying endlessly as the bellman looks around, totally baked, wondering if there ever was a baby there at all. How effortlessly the millions of lifetime warranted pieces fall from the turning cart. How loudly they clatter into the sidewalk for what might as well be an endless echoing cacophony. Each piece costing anywhere from 2 to 10 thousand dollars, times 10 to 100 million amounting to negligible amounts of money. Chump change. Infinitely smearing it’s worth onto the pavement like a domino carousel falling and smearing endlessly, like a blooming flower in a time-lapse. – I’m looking at a rug online. They are expensive and very large. 12x16 – Seems to be the largest rug that is commonly in stock. Anything larger is usually specially made. There is no price listed on the rug I like, but it is in stock. Thank God. The rug is huge, the size of a Mercedes Benz Sprinter Van in terms of length. The design on my rug is very abstract. It’s green malachite and calcite with a subtle off centered mark in the middle which creates an illusion of depth amongst the strong texture. It’s funny though; if the rug is held taut from both ends, and you look at it from the side, you would miss it entirely. Looking at it from the front, you feel as though you could fall head first into it… but there’s nowhere to go. There’s nowhere to go."