my living room window overlooks a hillside with a road snaking through it just past a complex of buildings and perched on the hillside is a car whose windshield is perfectly positioned to reflect the sunlight directly into my eyes from the chair I'm slouched in to write this on my laptop. And I stare at this focused beam of light and there's a kind of vibration and shake to it around the halo of this shining bolt. As if it's heating up the air around my window and causing that shimmer effect you see on the road in the summer. And now you're wondering if I feel any kind of way about it and all I can tell you is this

My dad told me this story yesterday about barbed wire and a barbed wire factory. Because we were talking about using a fishing net to spray paint a design on to a truck roof. And I said that's ridiculous. It wouldn't look good to use a fishing net. And he said if you were by the ocean it would. And I said well then would people out west use horseshoes? And would people in Canada use flannel? 

And he said there's a museum of barbed wire and that all sorts of different barbed wire manufacturers used to invent different knots and ties and barbs and such. And he said one time there was a town by a river and upriver of the town was a barbed wire factory. And that was fine and good until the dam upriver of the barbed wire factory which was upriver of the town broke. 

And ordinarily it's very disastrous when a dam breaks and a raging torrent of water descends upon a town. But things take on biblical proportions when the flood first engulfs the barbed wire factory before slamming into the town. A wave of crushing water infused with the power of sharp pointed wire.

And that's why you build the barbed wire factory down river of the town.