Thanks to everyone who's weighed in with their thoughts about titles.

I've been having animal and travel dreams recently. For example:

I have two bicycles. Somehow, I’m riding one and pushing the other along. Everyone on the street in Paris is drinking cava and speaking Catalan. There are also gorillas lined up by the cafes. They’re neither aggressive nor benign, just part of the cityscape. I’m frustrated—all the tickets to London are too expensive. Then I’m weeping with joy because some Parisian cuts me a work-study deal. I can fly for only $250 from California if I serve food and drinks during the flight. I don’t have a real seat, exactly. My seat is a complicated series of pads and straps that supposedly fit together and attach to the wall. A young man is lying on his back with his legs up the wall, and he’s taking up space where I’m supposed to sit. There are nails on the floor, too, and being comfortable is impossible. But at least I’m going to London.

Experimenting again with structure/form/constraint in writing (and in attempting to organize my life). I'm bored with my emotions.