Where Feathers Meet  - an art work by T Newfields
Carla:   Feathers do not last long in deserts.
Carlos:   (Shrugging his shoulders) What does?
Carla:   Bones. Sands.
Yahui:   (nodding) Indeed. All that is superfluous gets stripped bare.
Reed:   (winking mischievously) And what are we? Are we any different?