Monday, August 16, 2004

morning, a dusty city

every city i have spent time in recently has been made in part of dust. i wake up in the shimmering towers in the industrial cathedrals of Champaigne Coast, a strange ghost town ruled by stars and other superheroes... it's a pleasant morning, with the intense street ringing outside with the metal sounds of machines clanking over acres of cement in all directions... pure cement, and cement-living people.


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