Bruce Conner, as interviewed by Rebecca Solnit in 1985:

"My house was on this one-way street, on Oak, going toward town, and all the commuters went down it every morning. Down the street there was a firehouse that’d been abandoned. What was painted on the street in front of my house was slowly being worn out. It used to read “Slow - Firehouse Ahead,” and every time I looked out my window, I’d see those letters, and they partially spelled LOVE. When I finally left, the night before I went to Mexico, I cut out a cardboard stencil the same size as those letters and spray-painted “love,” so that when the cars came by in the morning, they had to drive over love on their way to work."