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A traffic light turns red, I brake, stop, think: The monsters are everywhere; that Polyphemus with his red eye, the giants of metal and frost shouldering the arcs of power lines against the dawn. You don't have to believe in, or even notice them. They move in the world with you. *Don't* believe in them; if you have to believe it, it isn't true. The light turns green. #talkingtomyselflettingyoulisten