Slumped and walking Jacob crosses left to right, the désert in the background. His yeux crosses the clear air , seeing object lumps that have no real forme across the distance... that smudge of vert is a arbre , no it is a forêt , a hundred thousand acres of private terre , with piranha lakes and champagne vats (the latter under the great chateau, which is covered with vert spackled paint to render it invisible from this surveying distance); and over there, the gris spot, next to the 7-11? That's the Roman Viaduct, enlarged in the Mormon period to carry volumes of eau that could drain the Atlantic into the Pacific in 15 minutes, if they left the gates open. These and other thoughts fill his mind as his pieds churn, one to the other.
