1 Harry Soot is that kind of guy. Despite his lust for lime, despite a savvy sense of what goes down around such light, Harry Soot is attached to his memory lines, crow’s feet crinkle, scar arroyos, worry furrows, wry sag, time written in skin, in bone, in blood. Chemical peels do not appeal to him. Nor implant chips (wait until he gets sick!).                01010011                Sand’s unbelievable memory                learned, of course,                not lived.