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on the drive downtown to cobb building salvage, western ave black spraypaint scrawl: TO CONSUME IS TO DIE. i said to marty and pat, to be born is to die. maybe in some other time we were all beings of light before the big swindle of morals, money, and law. (which is not to say i haven't bought into it; i too crave more more more--or at least a certain retirement ease.) but in this present form all honest people must work, and so it is consolation to have a beautiful commute. i hear water, see birds. i pedal along a canal (made by man--army corps of engineers), cross hazardous tracks, roll over the cracks. from that point on it's anyone's guess--and that daily uncertainty is my best bet. |
