I take maybe ten minutes to do so (this is the truth), "hunting among stones" as the poem says, following elaborate links, consulting the mechanisms of the dialog boxes and pathmaps trying to discover where Carolyn has set up camp in linking these new spaces. (I could go out into the kitchen now and ask her, she is literally outside this door as I write this.) Which is, it turns out, where she's placed them. Right next store, of course. Tecuilhuitontli sits at five o'clock from the space "He links people..." and it took me until now to see them. "Just like a man," the aunts would say, "never sees what's right before his eyes." There is a koan also in this saying. "What's right" before the eyes is not just proximity but justice