Friday, August 3, 2007
From a quiet vantage - the machinery, the subtle movings of the city.
We've all experienced it. Perhaps alone, looking across a parking lot or dance floor, the churning that is not so much heard as felt. A combination of beer through dirty lines and flourescent hopes of getting laid. Connections are charged between strangers while heartbreaks are shipped out like couriers into the traffic then to our doors.
At the same time it often sounds to me like a distress beacon to change everything from the outside, as if we ourselves were charged with reincarnation.
* Photo by Jim Brekke (http://www.flickr.com/photos/jimbrekke/)