"An expressway with overpass and twin gas stations echoes the shape of a stringed instrument. Headlights move down and around the instrument like cascading musical notes. Why can’t I make out the song? I can’t imagine the edge of a sound or space, nor can I conceive of it never reaching an edge. The language that enables us to articulate our thoughts cannot fathom space. Perhaps we’re only hearing one instrument in the orchestra."
—Scott Mutter, Surrational Images