“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."