<p>Third Eye Broadcast&#39;s <em>Surface</em>&nbsp;(preview) is a collaborative moonscape, a tidal cartographic collage made of ink, pulp, type, found text, daydreams, nighthearts, skywaters, and streetlamps. Looking at the pages of <em>Surface</em> is like looking out of your childhood bedroom window. 'There is the moon, there are my dreams, there are my hands...' The members of Third Eye Broadcast&mdash;visual artist Kari Treadwell and author Nick Hranilovich&mdash;have met somewhere between the fabled <em>Little Prince</em> and the filmic <em>City of Lost Children</em>. Here is joy like a jewel, sopping with space. Here is a little sadness, to help you remember.</p><p>&ldquo;Surface is a diaphanous ode, a palimpsest on a Rorschach test, a central operating crystal. Clever and ambiguous, these poems would kick a lady in the rear &mdash; but only in extreme anger. Sometimes we are close, so close, to hear what&rsquo;s said, sotto voce, between Treadwell and Hranilovich; sometimes Surface opens up a mute landscape. Surrender for a time to blithe naivet&eacute;, then give way to knowledge. Pierrot-like, try for a point of balance on this ever-shifting plane; or, as Arnold Schoenberg said, &lsquo;If they were musical, not a single one would give a damn about the words. Instead, they would go away whistling the tunes.&#39;'&mdash;Christopher Seelie</p>