“Summertime, I think, is a collective
unconscious. We all remember
the notes that made up the song of the ice cream man; we all know
what it feels like to brand our thighs on a playground slide
that's heated up like a knife in a fire; we all have lain on our backs withour eyes
closed and our hearts beating across the surface of our
lids, hoping that this
day will stretch just a little longer than the last
one,when in fact,
it's all going in the other
direction."
