I imagine a team of people on a small boat at sea; they are intimate, their lives and spirits are intertwined, and this felt sense overwhelms all fictions and narratives. Life, for them, is immediate, purposive to the root, they are one body in 12 people, one purpose in 12 fingers, and so there is a 13th — which is not a finger at all, but a »wrist.

Or I imagine ordinary modern people suddenly cast into a crisis… for example, an earthquake: their daily fictions are shattered, the world has collapsed around them, and they naturally form into a team — like the people on the boat. Intimacy arises without even the intention or thought of it, each takes on roles appropriate to their skills and sense of urgency. But a dance ensues, and one unlike those we are used to thinking about or participating in.

A final example is a team of expert intelligence agents, who are sent on a mission together. They must understand and compromise enemy frameworks and situations, they dominate the structured fictions and factions of a localized situation, overcome it, and both they and the world are thus transformed.