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Not dead. Just busy. despite a bad weekend, i still am a sappy sucker. at the walker art center, minneapolis. post-road trip without the boy ramble. lunch. |
07.09.04 - 8:22 am stange road. They are building
a new city to replace this one; they are building a city that runs for three blocks and ends in an empty field. Every morning at six am the construction sounds start out my window and up my street and I am awake to hear them. They are building a city that doesn't belong here, something sinister and it frightens me. "You can't just roll up and build an entire city in the middle of a collegiate, suburban town," you said. "It's city city city cornfield," I said. Every morning they've built a new bar, a new upscale shop to take over our fashion and tell us what's beautiful and how to get drunk. The new city is a siren, beckoning me to lose my soul, grow up and become complacent. I know; I can hear them from the window. Soon I'll crash my ship into the rocks. ------------------------ Partially inspired by the new "urban" housing development they're building on the north side of town and partially inspired by listening to to much Tiger Lillies. Because they're weird. |