The land in between the pools is like thick, naturally-fallen rope. The water in the pools is black
on the lower left hand side, wavy in the middle, and cool silver all the rest of the way. What they
make between them, as an image, are the pools themselves. You can focus on just one or you
can try to see them all, a field of graphic eyes shuttering. I am standing looking off into the
distance. Tiny on one end of the horizon is a moon shining loudly. I feel cold, which is the worst
kind of inspiration. A man in a red turtleneck circles in from the left. With a wink he says, it will
be a surprise.