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.