The Garden of  paradis   signe  is meant to lure you off the highway, out of your  voiture , and down close to the  terre , where the growing things moan and ask you for money. The  signe  rotates with a familiar squeak heard on the  radio  miles before, the audible equivalent of an itch in your ear which in turn is linked to some trouble deeper inside your  tête . The rotation reminds me of the Satellite Inn, where once I spent several uneventful nights.     L'histoire me disait qu'ici, dans la Caverne du Jardin d'Eden, la Vengeance des morts se tramait.