"An
expressway with overpass and twin gas stations
echoes the shape of a stringed instrument.
Headlights move down and around the instrument
like cascading musical notes. Why can't I make
out the song? I can't imagine the edge of a
sound or space, nor can I conceive of it never
reaching an edge. The language that enables us
to articulate our thoughts cannot fathom space.
Perhaps we're only hearing one instrument in the
orchestra."
--Scott
Mutter, Surrational Images
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