I grew up in Casa Grande, Arizona.
And even the Spanish speakers call it
Casa Grande, not Casa Grande.
It's a telltale sign, if you're not
from the area, if you say Casa Grande.
I grew up surrounded by cotton fields.
And in the summer, I would run through the fields,
imagining the cotton was snow.
And I would have-- you know, as a child,
you have such a strong imagination--
I remember shaking and shivering in the summer
among those cotton plants.
And I remember running back home and asking my mother for a coat
in the middle of the summer.
And I remember the look on her face,
that was like, what is going to become of you, child?
[LAUGHTER]
"The Blindfold."
"I draw the curtains.
The room darkens, but the mirror still reflects a crescent moon.
I pull the crescent out, a rigid curve the softens
into a length of cloth.
I wrap the cloth around my eyes, and I'm
peering through a crack in a wall,
revealing a landscape of snow."