BRIGHT LIGHTS ZOOM THROUGH YOU like the knowledge of dead languages, snippets of fading bulletins far off the Virgilian grid. Glittering rows of swooped and petalled architecture looked for clues beneath the easygoing American sun. A Plexiglass cube made of smaller, identical cubes held together only by gravity— Reach down and shake me. “We’re going to be absolutely vacant,” I found myself saying—my voice abnormally loud— June 11 & 18, 2008
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