Not to say I have any idea how hard or time consuming it must have been to make Sun Tunnels; aligning its tunnels with the solstices so the sun shines through them at sunrise and sunset, But even if were just as simple as say... waiting until the day and then putting down putting down some stakes and a chalk line, there are still the hole patterns drilled through the thick concrete so the image of specific star constellations are projected into the tunnels when the sun shines down from above (to think about).

With Dark Star, in comparison, there is just much more to take in and consider with its sizable concrete spheres, reflecting pools and Sun Tunnels similar concrete tunnels that align specific views of the park. Where as, materially speaking, Sun Tunnels only exists as four concrete tunnels placed out in the middle of a desert basin.

Thinking on it now though, I never really considered the ultimate dichotomy the two seem to share, as they may very well exist as each other's seeming opposites in a lot of ways.

While Sun Tunnels might just be four simple concrete tunnels existing upon the lonely outer limits of a place only a few make an effort to venture to, ‘Dark Star’ in its many parts and pieces, is specifically designed to be seemingly shoehorned into the middle of a city intersection where untold numbers of individuals pass through and past each day, some maybe not even realizing or paying it any mind at all.

I suppose I pretty much have to go see Sun Tunnels now.

To have only seen one and not the other knowing the dynamic between the two I seem to have created would be a relative disservice to what Nancy Holt has accomplished with her work, on different ends of the country no less.

Okay, prolonged moment of over examination… over.
And I still don't know if you even like art.

Anyway, I'll try to send you a post card of the Jetty or the Tunnels if I find a way and the time while I'm out on the road and if get to see them.
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So, listen, George,
You aren't going to believe this, but I just got back from  a break to get the mail and there was a letter from the prison lady in along with the junk and bills. As far as I can tell it's not a response to the letter I just sent several days ago; that one's probably only just recently been received.

Anyhow, you aren't going to believe this part either, it really seems like she is letting me have it again. It's not horrible, but things are just… well, they are mildly corrosive in their pithy delivery, to say the least. 

She even goes so far as to assume I’m ignoring her.

Good call on your part?

And I don't know how it’s possible, but there also seems to be instances of my style seemingly taken from

material I've recently written you. I'd swear you may have sent her the letters I sent you for her to mine ideas, if I didn't already know that wasn't possible on account of my never having sent you her address.

You aren’t... somehow playing me are you, George?

I'm thoroughly beyond myself at this point, so be advised, I don’t know how I would be able to take it if you were.
That being written, I’d say the suggestion of ignoring her had a worsened effect:
She reached out.

Unless that’s a good thing. Is that a good thing? Like girls in elementary school hitting the boys they like? I wouldn't know, George, I didn't have girls hitting or liking me in elementary... or anywhere really.

Ehhh, I don't want her to like me, George. Next thing I know she'll be tracking me down looking for love and free dinners.

You know what's worse about this whole thing? It wasn't even something I did; ignoring her, to be clear.. It was a seeming byproduct of me trying to figure out what was going on and what I should do.

I wonder what the cool and collected editor of Vanity Fair would do in this instance. Probably just ignore it if lack of their publishing a letter I sent stands as any example. He'd probably somehow make money off the happenstance too by maybe slapping an ad on the thing... Were he to write back anyhow.

I don’t know George, I suppose it’s not as bad as it could be, but it still seems to me I like- 'have' to get back at her now. She totally tries to analyze me. She even guessed I was a Taurus based on some arbitrary hypothesis I have a propensity to ‘teach’ people things. I don’t see how anyone could think that. I'm not a teacher at all. I don't even like kids. What with their sticky hands and always crying for candy and a loan free college education, but without any desire to do the required reading and always being at each others throats, looking for a reason to kill, maim or publicly disgrace all for the sake of global acclaim and influence.

Anyway, I'm just thinking these are desperate times, George. There's no other realistic option left by my reasoning. My ego and our-your real-name is on the line.

And since there's already a letter in the wind nullifying your kind of stealth: ignoring gambit-I know, I know, it was against your advice, but…- and being as my kind of stealths are just... Well, too elaborate I suppose; even if you and two or three other minimum-as of yet 'found'-Brian Dykemans wanted to participate.

That isn't to write "I hadn't considered what you wrote about not needing to get back at a person already in prison; their lives already 'locked' in a perpetual state of seeming turmoil, for being lack of one." But even considering that, it still brings me back to consider how I could even get back at someone trapped in such an abnormal setting anyway? Unless... Oh, geez,

By George, George, you aren’t going to believe this either, I just figured it out. And I have you to thank, because it's the fact she's in prison that's the key. You were right: in what world can 'I' do anything that affects a person in the throes of such a difficult life woe? She’s like- amidst people that might be plotting to shank her at any given moment or… whatever other hardships female convicts might try in order to adversely impose upon one another the full the extent of their flex and powers; there can't be that many after all.

Anyway, the question isn't: 'What can I do to affect their life?' the question I should have been asking was: 'What can I do to make prison more unbearable?' I know it sounds like... a pie in the sky idea, like what can ‘I,’ one of the Brian Dykemans really do to change prison, especially if I cant even get Kimchi on the dinner menu?

Physically, nothing.

But, let me ask you this: What thoughts and desires consume a person stuck in prison? At least what do we assume them to be anyhow?

To be free, right?

‘That's’ how I can play the opposite to get back at her. In a mental way I can use the fact she's in prison against her. Because, in all subjective reality, the only prison that actually poses a more looming and drawn out existence than the one a person may physically be locked in, is actually the prison of the mind.

Are you tracking?

Hence, imagine if I began passively yet also aggressively; not ‘passively aggressively,’ to be clear, needling at the idea she doesn't have a life by actively advertising the sorts of things she is missing in the world outside of prison?

My being able to make (life) seem more amazing than she ever knew-because prison makes it beyond her reach- is the perfect recompense for her trying to make a fool of me. It’s not exactly my ‘Criss -Criss- Cross’ maneuver where we tweak and over exaggerate what’s going on in the outside world so as to confuse her about the world she finds when she is finally released; at least I think that's which one 'Criss-Criss-Cross' was, but its definitely what seems like an amalgam of that. Or a piece of it anyway.

It's a lot like I'd be making a drastic over glorification of what she is missing, see? The only unfortunate part is I seem to have run out of ‘Criss cross’ and ‘Play the opposite’ variants for this new mission.

No matter.

I just have to have the time of my life and like- passively throw it in her face by peppering in a diabetes inducing amount of the figurative sugar of it all.

It’s easy.

And I suppose my first retaliatory effort could be simple enough. I could just use everything I just wrote you about my upcoming trip to do it. However, I'll also salt the whole thing with some intentional "Oh, my god, how I wish you could see it,"s and some "Pictures just can't do it Justice,"s.

I think that’s the ticket, George, embellish all the good stuff, and dramatically downplay all the negatives, yeah? E.g. Once you get out you just ‘have’ to make a side trip to this or to that, Dark Star park, et cetera, especially since you are so close to Rosslyn."

Well, maybe not Dark Star Park. I don’t want to ruin it knowing she went there to spite me.

Well, shoot. Scratch that. I can’t exactly exclude something so fascinating from a letter and then expect my aims to work.

It’s all about the ends, regardless the means, right?

I know it sounds a little terse and maybe overly conniving, but it's not like- ...Well, it’s just mind games, George.
And she started it.
You get that right?

-Brian
(Hope you weren't expecting artwork on these pages. I already put it all in the first part of the letter before getting the mail.)

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Not to say I have any idea how hard or time consuming it must have been to make Sun Tunnels; aligning its tunnels with the solstices so the sun shines through them at sunrise and sunset, But even if were just as simple as say... waiting until the day and then putting down putting down some stakes and a chalk line, there are still the hole patterns drilled through the thick concrete so the image of specific star constellations are projected into the tunnels when the sun shines down from above (to think about).

With Dark Star, in comparison, there is just much more to take in and consider with its sizable concrete spheres, reflecting pools and Sun Tunnels similar concrete tu...

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