Thursday, September 17, 2009

CIty life

All too often I feel a compulsion; I think it's an atavistic instinct, that borders upon panic, to leave the boxed in constraints of the city— to burst out— to see something wild; a river, a wind, a rain, an earth. And I go out to the garden to hang my underware and I see something truly prehistoric.

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