Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
A Drive Home in the City Night
I can beat with the pulse of the city going where all but the elite of the elite can go I can also walk the wide, echoing streets feeling forever barred but in neither place --the in or the out-- do I really belong
5 comments:
Yep I get the mental condition of displacement. You say it better though.
Did you ever consider even the elite of the elite, inside might really feel the same. Sometimes it's all a game ~.
very good
Richard, I'm always happy to see a new face. Thanks!
It's just the backdrop, isn't it? I like to visit big cities but I wouldn't want to live in one now. Great photo.
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