A young girl sits in a window of the projects. She watches an oak as it goes under the chainsaw. The park has been sold to someone. The man starts cutting the branches that look like gestures. The oak is older than her parents. It has always been there. A loud machine chews it to bits. Protesters down there are dressed up like deer, carrying signs and chanting. The girl watches the deer dancing, waving branches.  As the physical environment asserts its power, we hunger for the Earth as it really was and may someday be again. But as the children in the windows will learn, to remember the Earth is to remember the crime.