There is a photograph you should see of an archaeological dig from the summer of 2006; four men and two women recline together on the side of a dirt hill. It is a summer day and by the shadows it looks about noon. Something about their pose suggests Whitman, or Vishnu dreaming the universe. Everyone is smiling in that recognizably genuine way from which we may infer that either someone has succeeded in deploying a joke, or that everyone is just, in this moment, actually happy. A little placard lies beneath them and reads BAWK-13 Class of 2006.
