A gust of wind blew the wet pages. Lohbado put a weight on the book while the right page dried and recorded the event of a sudden wind gust on the left page, a flash, a red circle, sort of like lipstick. That night Lohbado dreamed he was driving an old truck. The breaks failed. The truck glided to a stop in front of a book. Someone got out and gave him a kiss to assure him his life was not a disaster. Lohbado woke up. He reflected on the nature of order and disorder, how things surge up out of chaos, intensify. There might be a flash of insight or inspiration, then the waves subside.