And if it works I will have a seasons machine, that is what I am building. I see myself circulating through these seasons, returning to them, that I will have need of winter again, and of spring. I see myself having to create my own summers, that I am working my way toward a template, a pattern by which to live. I am filled with a strange excitement. There is something to look forward to: to the spring that I will build myself. But first I must have winter. Things have to fit. And in the spring I can look forward to summer.
