“Traffic medians, ha!” I declared, after narrowly avoiding one poorly misplaced in front of the entrance to a gas station. “They’re just artificial boundaries created by Man!” I pontificated in jest.

“Are any boundaries natural?” asked the Californian in the back seat.

oh… ah… and then we talked about how the only boundaries that exist are the ones we create for ourselves, and if they are constructed they can be deconstructed… so what does it mean to be natural and/or artificial?

The conversation faded into the darkness as Bjork played on the tapedeck, and I reminded myself to write the questions on my blog. So there it is… what’s the word hummingbirds?