112012 #copperhead I kind of want it to be about sex, and I kind of don't want it to. There is a definite low-level thrum, as we slither anonymousy along our thin slice of biosphere between the baking sun and the glistening water. It's not even a slice: it's a thin thread, between the left bank and the right bank. Right now they're the north and south banks, but that could change.