I watch – a somber darkening sky only February can lay claim to, beyond the new high-rises, faded forever rooftops of the city passed by as the El clacks ahead further north. I watch: people and their soft-soled shoes and bags, phones, dreamstate eyes looking at nothing as real as the opening and closing ofContinue reading ““Thus, Life is Lived””
Through the barred window,the wilted flags unsure of whichway to lean. Weeks so volatile,not knowing sometimeswhere reason is kept, the border of concrete of things:Everyday art is an interpretationof gestures, lines, appetites. These days somebody elselives in you.