Red
arrows and yellow signs sprayed on street and sidewalk, instructions
for crews laying new pipes. Where Duane meets Broadway. Signs
concentrate in plaza in front of the Courts. Arrows suggest to me last
echos of the Mohawks that were the originals here, living in the forests
that covered this land. Yesterday evening I took some water and was
drawing around these arrows. Police arrived. Can't do that. Just
water, Sirs. If you arrest me you have to arrest the rain as well.
Explanations. Officer Superior joined us. This area is surrounded by
cameras, the FBI is watching you. Yes,
I've had the
impression the FBI has been watching me for years. While we are in
discussion my drawings have evaporated away. I think I had better leave
quickly before I'm arrested for concealing the crime. Evaporated, Sir,
it's a hot day. Arrest the Summer.