In this original story, Samuel Rutter envisions an afternoon with fictional lepidopterist Matt Damon. The dreams themselves are having dreams in a way that reminds me of Sebald or the Saragossa Manuscript. Even when seated, the narrator engenders a dizziness in the reader. Once standing, dizziness gives way to benign vertigo—a pleasant spin around a butterfly house. Rutter has the rare ability to maintain a sense of bonhomie and comfort while the narrator's thoughts flit and spiral.