And then I became obsessed with Kamchatka.
"The Well-being of Animals on a Winter's Morn."
"For 10,000 years, people have lived on Kamchatka.
You don't know where it is or who they are.
When did you become a neurosurgeon?
They sleep in sable and eat reindeer.
All clues lead to blood, for sable must be skinned
and reindeer decapitated.
On Park Avenue, somewhere, sable, and might find reindeer
on a five star menu.
On Kamchatka, it's day in, day out.
Day in and day out, the world.
The world's bigger than they are.
Or is it?
You're a neurosurgeon.
Though you think through moribund regions,
the well-being of animals on a winter's morn depends on you,
or on yagel moss."
Kamchatka is the easternmost province in Russia.
It's the Bering Strait.
It's a stone's throw from Alaska.
It's that part of, yeah.
I just was in the Goodwill, and I found this travel book
on Kamchatka.
And I went crazy.