Friday, April 18, 2008


i spend so much time in the past, i often have a difficult time living in the present. this is bad for business. it's bad for the big, beautiful bruises nestling gently into me. from the office i watch the high rises under construction rise higher and higher. i watch the gulls take claim to the river below them. most of all, i watch the trains go sailing by. the roar of the tracks. the blare of the horn. god, i love trains. i get lost in all those trains.