I moved from the San Fernando Valley over a decade ago to escape. There was nothing in particular I was escaping from. Now that I think about it, I might have been running from nothing.
This long street punctuated by a yellow light was the normal scene for me. It seemed to say, “go somewhere, but don’t go anywhere.” Interesting that this icon appears when I take a photo of my old home.
A bubble in the gut,
No will to turn the eyes from the gore if the day, contemplation of the obscene,
This is normal.
The earth is a rotten place,
The weather kills people, but not as conscientiously as another man.
If you ask the birds, they would turn their eyes.
Blinking lights only existed
In outer space before
Some genius thought
The world was less without them
And now, they blind, they dance,
They exist, simply out of jealousy over their celestial brethren.