The document follows the FloatingSheep and narrator on various adventures, including driving on the interstate where control of the vehicle was uncertain, taking photos by a river where the FloatingSheep had no shadow, climbing a mountain where the FloatingSheep acted like he owned it despite needing help, and attempting to recreate a William Eggleston photo using the FloatingSheep.

2. Needless to say, this was not a barrier to the FloatingSheep pursuing his wanton goals.

3. The FloatingSheep begged me to produce a “true” road picture with him. This is the result. We are traveling west
on I-90 towards Hellgate Canyon. I’m not really sure who was in control of the vehicle at this point, and in hindsight
it was probably only moderately unsafe. The FloatingSheep was kind of unhappy about my finger obscuring the
shot; I told him if he didn’t watch it I would pop that balloon before he could let our one bleep, and that he should
be appreciative I was taking the picture, and apparently letting him drive, so yes, I lied when I said I did not know who
was in control…

4. I have to give credit for this idea to the FloatingSheep, who thought the juxtaposition of my shadow, his
existence, and the river made for an artistic statement that was only slightly preposterous. Indeed, notice that the
FloatingSheep has no discernable shadow – an ontological paradox or a deeper statement about the liminal and
spectral quality of the lives we lead?

5. The FloatingSheep finds himself in a very unfamiliar environment. This entangled encounter with nature left him a
little bit anxious since it carried him outside of his comfort zone. After a few minutes he was begging me to return to
the city so that we could open up a nice laptop and map out the frequency and spatial distribution of Google
searches for “MILF Tribbing.” I told him that he is a sheep and that such anthropomorphic desires are…unusual…

6. Here is the FloatingSheep hanging out at the base of the “M” on Mount Sentinel, overlooking UMT’s campus
and Missoula. Astute observers will note a helium balloon tied to the floating sheep, which that fucker did not use
once on the way up to give me a hand. He was totally dependent on me, for which he should be properly
ashamed, but you wouldn’t be able to tell from the picture – he is absolutely glowing, acting like he owns the
mountain…

7. And yet here is the FloatingSheep, after having descended the mountain actively proclaiming ownership over it. He
must have a very short memory or no shame; probably the latter.

8. The FloatingSheep wanted me to recreate the above William
Eggleston photograph with him as the protagonist. I had to remind
him that a) he is not three-dimensional; b) lacks the poignant and
lost despair of the lonely business traveler; and c) we lacked the angles
in the hotel room to capture it – the bathroom was on the wrong side.
Instead, the FloatingSheep had to settle for a reproduction, or at
least an approximation, of this Eggleston photo to the right. Even I have
to say it is just very profound!

9. What does the FloatingSheep do to fall asleep?