Alicia fashioned a tsunami out of papier-mâché, but nobody would buy it, so She fled South like a dove to carve circles around a mountain, while our world of lights, Camera, and action was inundated with excess blackouts, spiderwebs, and scorpions. When the dead dolphins finally receded, She returned to find her mural defaced with a pair of flying fruit bats: hung upside down from each Southern corner, whose wings span the distance between a dozen huddled oxen.
