Remember that weird store under construction for a while on St. Mark's that, we really wanted to believe, would only sell over-sized papier maché dog sculptures? Remember that sense of wonder and hope we had that perhaps, just perhaps, St. Mark's would pull itself out of its debased noodle shop and belly-button piercing morass and into the realm of Koonsian grandeur? Well, catch those hopes in butterfly nets and stow them in Bell jars for a rainy day.