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“... is a snapshot. It is a snapshot of the gaps between my ideas and the things I make because of them. It is a snapshot of the cut between knowing and being. It is my attempt to jump the widening gaps between the world and the works I make to skew it. It is a snapshot of crossings attempted; spans holding and collapsing. It is a snapshot of repetitive failure; of ropes thrown but not necessarily caught. It is a snapshot of how bridges fail and why they are rebuilt to fail again.”“Dreams change”, he writes “I am no longer an anthropologist. That surprises me; an important part of my life has gone without my realizing it. Anthropology was my friend, my serious companion. Anthropology was what took me out of myself, stretched me, and kept me seeing. It opened the world for me. Not just the geographical world, but the actual world of gaps and edges, of contradiction and paradox and constant change. Anthropology destroyed the certainty of my upbringing; it taught me to play with difference. It taught me to dance. And anthropology’s dance was thought itself; its music was ambiguity: the rhythm of clarity slipping way. Anthropology gave me the gift of sliding thought.”