“Nearly every head prefers to believe that it is wearing a gigantic abstract structure of concrete (or possibly an alloy), many stories in height. In its own mind, a head is a giant king-god-pirate-baby. It has to extend up into the sky, preferably with exotic appendages reminiscent of lightning or the ribs of snakes. It should actively attract the moon, comets and myriad inexplicable lights.”

— overheard overhead