EXCERPT And of the two of us the one who passed across the turbulent waters of the ocean was not he but I. And at this point I resembled a boat with disconnected anchor conscious of its own eternal wandering, once again of such horrifying truth that consciousness as a term means the same thing as neck-offering submission and consent. —Ahmad Shamlu We encounter our seventh kinetomaniac through the following triangulation of subject, object, and space: the lifeboat; the waters; the ocean. We can imagine the charting of a rare relation between conceptual figures usually kept at odds—the martyr (the neck, the blindfold) and the traitor (the back, the dagger)—as they conjoin in the deathly metaphorical resemblance to an unanchored ark …