Whenever I get really cold, like really really cold, for some reason I taste copper. It's more like electrified copper. As though I licked the top of a copper-plated 9 volt battery. So whenever it's hot outside, like really really hot, I get the craving for copper. It's …

I awake in a vacant lot that's fenced-in, trash-strewn and overgrown with weeds. It's an hour before sundown, or maybe just a few minutes after sunrise. The lot is flanked by two abandoned buildings whose redbrick façades have crumbled past the second floor. I can …