Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Day trip to providence, Rhode Island
Providence rhode Island suspended in time with all it's inhabitants hidden
and it's churches closed on mondays
A city of absentees and crazies where cars spit out silence
I long for a home that doesn't exist
A memory transfigured and magnified
I long for people traced along the lines of others, people in technicolor,
amplified by memory and wishful thinking
Aren't they always?
Tall geometric shapes in providence
Playthings for giants
Lifeless and silent.
chalk dreams
this is a dream from a year ago or so, it was a train station, i was looking for my nephew. the place was empty and huge, i could here my footsteps
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