I say [to the farmer], Thank you, sir… and ask if the town is to the right or to the left at the fork. To the left, he says. The way the words come out of his mouth strikes me: They are said with a remarkable purity and kindness, contain no malice or judgment. It is almost as if he is speaking to a tree. I am happy to be a tree. Just head left, and you’ll find it. And I believe I will.

– Craig Mod, Things Become Other Things