I'm a stranger in my own land My place has become strange
53$ counting too much Sacred heart(s) St Mary's Cathedral of spending Shuffling plastics
"Its a lot of testorone all over the place,... 20 million combat troops." And he continues on: "Where a leader could rest in an area like disneyland." So, said the man with cadence. Over and over and I listen There is a longing for the past as we return to our yesterdays. The people, faces once in life, absent. Gone. The place is, Just as it always was. Though
I've sat in this very spot without emotion; as flat as can be. Stirred only to think of what i could do If i could walk away.
This page is a collection of observations and ideas about the cities and environments, the architecture and art, that we experience both momentarily and eternally. It is meant to be read as a random amalgam of points of view from various points in time. Much like the city itself as a random, ever condensing, collection of 'things', this page will continue to become dense with words and images.