"The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer...like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning...it is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color."
“Have you seen green
Have you seen green grass
So green, grass
So green
I'd like to be like that
I'd like to be like that
I'd like to be moving on
A lawn
So green”
“Then you're in the world again.
At night, on a cold hill, taking the telescope apart.
You realize afterward not that the image is false but the relation is false.
You see again how far away each thing is from every other thing.”