Neutral zone


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.