I’m struggling to understand why I find this so haunting. Perhaps it was the opportunity to inhabit Vicki’s frame of mind in 1967 and 1968 and to feel the social tumult of the time and what fueled her desires. America was coming apart at the seams. Political leaders were being assassinated. Cops were beating up protestors at the Chicago Democratic National Convention. The Weather Underground was sponsoring the Days of Rage. And she and her cohort felt that by simply inhabiting their values they could transform the world.

And what came to be? Not being looked over by Machines of Loving Grace. But instead being overlooked. Or overlorded. Why did their vision fail to come to be? Or maybe it did come to be, but for only that short moment that felt as endless time. And then I wonder what possibility remains for endless time to again be.