upload : 2006_11_28 2005_11_07 I was walking through. sigh. gone. stumbling. tripping. getting lost in market streets, children begging, fluorescent lights, men drinking, stinking trash, marinating, screaming taxis, blinking, wreckless, children begging. things are so different now. I remember the intensity. it was greater. only a year ago. but how much more intensity can I take. change. pennies. and paper. lights were licking the walls. dripping with age and pulsing. a puddle of sound. wet cement. curbs became little damns. keeping us dry. barely. thump. touched. bumped. touched. by. by. twinkle like little bars. glass heaven. liquid medicine. people look out. we look in. everybody looks down. everybody at home on cement. like everybody without homes. like cement was earth and the earth caved in. or grew callous. our feet. signs lead to the end. the signs are yelling. seducing. propaganda isn't much different from advertising. and advertising isn't anymore convincing than propaganda. this country isn't much different from the other. I am everything around me. entries contact