Creation In Progress...
Hmmm. Well it may be hell to you to leave the moire in, but I rather like it.
Where am I going? To that hellish place with ducts and fires, shadows and exit signs.
Hey yellow stripes, off to the right! Where ya goin’?
Suddenly not feeling like being central.
In the middle of everything, a wheelchair with no one perceptible sitting in it.
In the middle of everything, I think my feet kinda hurt…
In the middle of the night, tar pits.
In the middle of everything, the trash can, its shadow, graffiti, and a single palm tree “winning.”
In the middle of everything, the faint sound of someone practicing the piano.
I want a fruit drink. I’m going to go stand behind that lady and order one.
Right in the middle of things.
Observer theme by Zack Sultan