girl on gasworks hill w/ her divorced dad sharing custody a photographer wannabe tripod immobile as his mouth sunset skyscrapers cast shafts of light in three lines on the water sailboats make triangle shadows "do i know you?" she asks "you're richard rugburn" (not his real name) and climbs down and up the hill quickly for the sake of the world (if the world would listen) but he won't pay attention he's a slave to his vision too bad he doesn't see what's right in front of him