Constantia Munda with Susan 1

"She continues to rub her eyes as she runs into a Few cars right in front of me. Then she bounces off my Ford Interceptor, looking into the blacked–out win- dows as a mirror. She looks directly at me, but she is not looking directly at me. Susan, alternately whispers and giggles to herself, “I can see, - see, see, see - I can see, - see, see, see - I can see.” I could scrutinize Susan’s burned out and melted out eye sockets as she fixes her hair in my Empire car windows. She is about to go in to “Shock” as the convulsing in between seizures increases. Susan slowly paws her way past me, blindly and desperately walking down the street, bouncing off the other parked cars. Still giggling and whisper- ing words as if she is sharing a long-suppressed secret: “I can see, I can see, I can see.... I can see, I can see, I can see....”