081413 #worm The dolphin reconnects with the collective unconscious of her kin, and dreaming with her skin, releases the wrinkles and kinks of command. She takes many cetacean lovers; she wriggles laughingly alongside the prows of many vessels, to the delight and enlightenment of the crews and passengers thereon. Eventually, her new freedom transforms her into an organism of pure imagination, manifested as a pattern of chips and cracks in the porcelain of a funky, old, claw-footed bathtub. The willow-haired girl, prepubescent, genius nascent, takes a bath. Look at the dolphin! she squeals, transfixed, as the water flows. Her parents have no idea what she is talking about.