When Caroline and I started working on the Zoo account together, something happened. The interworkings of the universe began to unfold before us in the form of cuboctohedron prisms. Poetry leapt from our pens and our mouths. Animal-print fashion leapt onto our bodies. Wine bottles emptied themselves into our glasses every week. Sleep was an afterthought. It felt like a dream fueled by adrenaline and delirium. It was so much fun.