
— “These shapes. These colors. What do they mean?”
No one expects an answer. One ponders, is all.
This is what distinguishes us from the animals. No animal would waste time like that.

Well, I’ve looked into that, and I don’t think so. (See.)
3. After teaching my class today, I wandered to the back of the PAC. The sky was very blue. The sun was intense. The shapes and colors of the PAC seemed not only to glow but to radiate heat.
I was enjoying myself in silence, allowing my mind once again to idle pleasantly upon the PACitudinal apparition.

—“Well, what do you think of it?”
Somehow, he knew what I meant. He briefly paused and looked over his shoulder. He said, “It’s a fucked up mess.”
I smiled at him. After a while, he added, “If you ask me.”
4. My friends in Fine Arts acknowledge that the PAC is odd. From the outside. On the inside, they say, it is "pretty fucking wonderful."