Transcription: The aftermath of the 92 election. To the arithmetic, she was born in 65, this was late 72, early 73, so seven and some. I sat reading in the kitchen. She came up, took my hand and led me down. She had done the prettiest thing. A friend had given us yarns, fat spindles from Jansen, discards from a chain in the yearly colors. She had woven around the white painted posts of her basement bedroom a 12-foot orange and blue rust web, all in one plane, three feet off the floor, chest high for her, dense in places but with gaps she could stand in. She showed me how when you put one hand above, one belo ...