My whole time through Djuna Barnes’ Nightwood I felt a stirring, a spinning, a kind of leaping over of selves, through stratas of consciousness. After I finished her book, I felt I needed to spend more time with my thoughts on where our night souls and day persons meet each other, if they do. I started by going back to this poem I wrote in 2020. It is a beginnings-place, for the rest of the work I want to do in thinking about Nora Flood, Matthew O’Connor, Robin Vote, Felix Volkbein, and Jenny Petherbridge. Here is a performance of “20” from Quarantine Daybook.