We have to scheme something BIG that we can do SMALL. An impression rather than a building, an intention more than an idea. Two pregnant people bump into each other on a superhighway in the future desert, here, where there used to be a city, where there is not a shred of civilization left other than the tarmac, and they make sounds, using memory and everything from chopsticks to cellos, to . . .
(on the way to Taos, part of an idea called "Anticipatience" with Mindy M.)