We see what the hillside building sees...across Deseret to the white Antarctic Sands.. in the near distance a little dust-devil gathers, perhaps getting ready to go to work at the telephone company, where it will talk to puzzled customers ("who's there? You who?) or ring empty phonebooths for 8-10 hours straight... low paying, unsatisfying work.     Inside the targets, I could feel there were souls. I was leaving my old self behind.