"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