Fugue of the R-Rated Black Slingshot Girl

Kafka once told me about a place called the Oklahoma Amphitheater. I'd never seen a theater like it, circular, with its ends joined together, stretching on without end. People appeared in it all at once, leaping in from far away or from some unseen place nearby. But later, perhaps in my dreams, which were empty of everything, I began to dream of that place, gradually, from far away to near. Familiar and unfamiliar faces flickered like static on a blank screen, took my hand, and said, "You used to have two friends, one called Infinity and one called Eternity, but now you can't remember either of them."