which was not how they drew it up in art class, but the gondola made do with it anyway–gondolas being that way by nature, you know.

Cameron emptied the camera of its roll of mobius strip film, having come to the end, and asked who knew how to develop it. Develop what? A shamrock or a four-leaf clover, you decide. Is it black and white or color? Just photographs, not a movie. Then it’s a Polaroid. More like a paranoid polar bear coming home from school in Churchill. In December.

Along the frozen sea and the waxing tide, the rising moon delivered a darkroom to Cameron at only $49.99 per day plus a cleaning deposit of $1.99. Free to do what he would do, he did. And he did. And then he didn’t, but by then he was done–and $99.98 richer was the moon, by now full (it had paid $1.99 to the JWT to clean the returned device). Cameron de Lune whistled a merry tune, and Debussy listened and glistened and said give it to Cameron’s art students for safe keeping.

The art students entered the gondola and started breakdancing