Airborne it's like a dream. It's dreamy. It's for
all the world like something
ants have made, something gigantic fomented
and foisted upon us by ants, clearings and houses, these
anticipatory trees and roads, the extremely
antic squiggles and zigzags traced
among the selfsame trees with a convincingly
antlike insouciance and sense of random
and undirected energy.
                                                Ah, but of course
ants are anything but random!