*Phil and Rieko are dear friends. As graduate students in Madison, Wisconsin, we often drank tea in their perfect little apartment. Phil chose mysterious selections from his tea collection – Indian, Chinese, Japanese, and the prized Red Rose teabags. We sometimes sat in silence and let our thoughts roam. Phil poured from a tiny teapot, Made me guess the type of tea. We always preferred impractical knowledge. Poem in a place of honor on the refrigerator door. At the bottom of the teacup, the bones of numberless fish in a nameless sea.