I will begin living someplace solid, then hollow it out. Otherwise, a tiny house. There will be something I always have to keep with me, maybe my house. I will have to move slowly and with a lot of difficulty. This will be why I am known: at night, I will visit many people, alone, by scooting along beneath my home. There will be other reasons to avoid me. I will have many daughters; I will train them in sharp arts. Glass, wires, the bending of stones. The daughters will belong to me spontaneously (see daughter bubbles). Sometimes we will not have enough food and we will have empty, flavorless burps. When a mysterious moment forms we will appreciate its lattice. There will be many times when we try to throw off or abandon our home.  One of our properties is never answering the phone.