notes from 12/12/07

Women pouring out of the sun, filling the sky like sperm dancing on the outer edges of a great burning egg.

A town filled with white squirrels with nothing to fear. The residents deferential to the will of the rodents.

A white policeman's hat floating over an empty collar with no head to fill it.

A city of interiors; a collection of dirty rooms, cramped basements and crowded tunnels that connect one walled space to another.