Drop City

For the sisters Kathy, Linda, Janice and Christine

Think of our life in nature, — daily to be shown matter, to come in contact with it, — rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! the _solid__ earth! the _actual__ world! the _common sense! Contact! Contact! Who__ are we? _where__ are we?

— Henry David Thoreau, “Ktaadn”

Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god,

Wandering, wandering in hopeless night.

Out here in the perimeter there are no stars,

Out here we is stoned Immaculate.

— Jim Morrison, “The WASP (Texas Radio and the Big Beat)”