fig.89.2) Air is for breathing. Cattle are of singing. But babies, what are the babies for? I was Watching, Paris, Texas directed by Wim Wenders. There are cowboys in their wishing stores and there's tight spots amidst the crenulated landscape. Men are waiting for showers but will have none until everyone coughs. In Selma and Louis, we'd all leave out through the side room, leaving our bourbon behind. Still, a more beautiful send up of a clown's purpose has never been made. This film references Jacques Tati marvelously, his clown is already a doppelganger of Buster Keaton's tramp, he invades the post modern equivalent of aether with baskets in hand. But we're over extended. We're anxious, frustrated and sad to be here. Many of us are without purpose or we need basic resources. Some of us need hugs and some of us need to be recognized for being the people, as we've always been. We need more time to keep making all of it up. We need more resources, better pe