"Give me your tired, your poor, / Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, / The wretched refuse of your teeming shore..."

Joy is that surge that breaks out of the compound where possessions accumulate and gratification is oral; ecstasy is finding oneself swept away...

1. Williston, North Dakota Half-light colors the hotel bar—wood panelling, cigarette smoking, blackjack and talking about horses.