Sunlight beams into a dwelling through a window-fan opening. A bottle of mysterious blue liquid refracts light patterns into the room. A georgia thumper grasshopper has made its way past the fan into the opening and raises his wings in a bold display of ego. The old guitar propped on the wall has a busted string hanging off. This dwelling has been silent for some time. Someone pondered enigmas in a book here years ago. Tiny particles stirred by the grasshopper’s entrance have been lifted by wind and float about the room. Struck by rays of bent light, the dust is enlightened.