novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- in chambers we become fast friends. he shows me pictures from when he had a beard and i pile polaroids in his hands: snapshots of cities seen through car windows stuck in traffic high on freeway overpasses, mountainsides, barges, bridges. i tell him, that's one good thing about traffic in this area. the freeways are usually elevated so if you're stuck in gridlock you can probably look to the right or left and see amazing scenes. thousands of buildings growing like weeds out of hills. he notes the honkers and tailgaters. oh yeah i say, and i remember how people are almost always pushed to my periphery. (except for that time, stopped at a traffic light on macarthur boulevard: i really wish i could remember what song he was listening to.) 10:03 pm - 11.08.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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