…to the pavement, the whistle of machines blasting through the corridors. Behind glass, the operators remain outside my field of view. It’s as if the vehicles themselves are alive. … read more...
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Criminal
As I struggle to employ myself, I step soundly on the pavement. This year will be telling, but the drama does not often pull me from the work. The quiet pervades. … read more...
Pattern
Here on the sidewalk even the wild grasses have their story – the broken glass, the paper folded and torn in a specific way – everywhere evidence of the whirlwind of human activity;… read more...
Leaving
Forms to fill out, an acupuncturist asks about surgeries: PCL repair (harvested hamstring), appendicitis, fractured skull. Afterward, drifting through the city, I partly exist as a phenomenal element, more a flickering node that passes through the membrane in florescent pulses … read more...
Under the Streets
The end, and the beginning of an era of American repression and gluttony, of casual decadence among the ghosts of corporate excess. I feed and brood and wander the streets. … read more...