Clouds of fluorescent spray-paint fill my room. I don’t have trouble breathing because my lungs like to glow on the their insides. Plaster pours in through a hole in the baseboard. I’m not worried, as I know it will harden in minutes and stop flowing. The paint particles almost dry as they fall and land on the hardening plaster. A fluorescent film builds and my movements create just enough wind to cause the particles to act as snow and to build in drifts around the mounds of plaster.