History won today. Frank Kafka came to our schools and gave his speeches on caterpillars. We all took notes, even the chronically ditzy one who scratched their initials into a cafeteria bench. Graffiti comes from the same electrical impulse that also guides crickets into amber. That drives a hand to write on a paper scrap on the motel nightstand “the Song Dynasty.” The hand belongs to a watch salesman on his way to buy watches in Macau. When he departs, his room will be prepared for an amnesiac, her plastic veils and hundred bonsai trees… The motel janitor drags the light with him down the corridor. A sticky label flutters over a tennis court. That’s where history won earlier today.