"At the bottom of the street ran a creek. Lawn descended to border both sides of it, but along its banks uncut foliage grew thick and high. The most interesting thing about it was that it wasn't man-made. The idea that you could follow its path rather than the patterns imposed by people on everything else in sight was exciting. I remember first realizing that the creek might start and end anyqhere, far off, that it didn't just exist in the area I knew. The thought was a glowing little diorama hidden inside my brain, kind of like Duchamp's Étant donnés (Given: 1, The Waterfall, 2. The Illuminating Gas)."
Richard Hell, I Dreamed I was a very Clean Tramp
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