I started this when I lived in Brooklyn and struggled for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another. Now I live in a place where things are a different kind of ugly and the beauty is pedestrian. I struggle with that.
I started this when I lived in Brooklyn and struggled for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another. Now I live in a place where things are a different kind of ugly and the beauty is pedestrian. I struggle with that.
I am looking at a sliver of the Rocky Mountains. The view is notched between two tanker cars, across a field of railroad tracks. I am standing at the end of the platform. I had been walking alone, but here comes the circus now.
posted by ttractor @ 12:55 AM
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