Lenz's coked walking monologue at Green
Lenz shares about this recurving dream where he’s seated under a tropical ceiling fan in a cane chair wearing an L.L. Bean safari hat and holding a wickerware valise in his lap, and that’s all, and that’s the recurving dream.
Context
Deep in the post-lines hydrolysis of 11 November, Lenz compelled to give Green "each datum of the case of R. Lenz": among the confabulated akido-kills and in-vitro memories comes this weirdly modest item — a recurring dream of pure colonial stasis, all costume and no event. "Recurving" (three times in the scene, never "recurring") is Lenz's malapropism, preserved as printed — a dream that curves back instead of merely recurring. Inside a monologue that's mostly lies, the too-boring-to-invent dream reads as the one true report.