Nothing in my life would be possible without my lodestar, my husband, Daniel Lavery. During the final stage of this book’s composition, I developed a post-viral brain fog, which created
unexpected challenges in completing the edits. I am therefore especially thankful to my friend, colleague, companion, comrade, and quondam, Cliff Mak, who helped enormously with that frustrating and difficult work. This book has many interstitial dedicatees, remnants of the plural scenes of its composition and transmission. In its entirety, it’s for Lily, who has crafted for and with me new techniques, which it falls to the lover to learn.