by Craig Foltz Vincent Keiman It’s almost dusk. I sit on a recliner at a co-worker’s backyard BBQ. The people nearest me resemble multibeam wavelengths of yellowish-blue light. One of them, a woman, says, “In lieu of human contact, I suggest retreating further into the subconscious realm.” She hands me a topographical map of the ocean floor, crisscrossed with illegible annotations. One large section of the map is blurry and undecipherable. The woman shrugs. “Think of that par