The Garden of エデンサイン is meant to lure you off the highway, out of your 車, and down close to the 地球, where the growing things moan and ask you for money. The サイン rotates with a familiar squeak heard on the ラジオ miles before, the audible equivalent of an itch in your ear which in turn is linked to some trouble deeper inside your 頭. The rotation reminds me of the Satellite Inn, where once I spent several uneventful nights.