opposite effect
Minneapolis-
Angles, grey shrapnel poking into the sky-curtain. Large cities are lonely places. All the people rush by zip-zip-zip like they aren't touching the ground and you are standing stunned in a crosswalk. Glass alleys reach tall and make you feel small, sidewalks pull your feet down into mud and mire. Everyone sees through you; not into, but through. Everyone is made of smoke and clear plastic.
Duluth-
Small towns are cramped and full and hustling. Traffic is worse because roads are smaller. I feel big. My feet leave impressions in the mud and craters in gravel roads. Sky shows between the cracks where squat buildings rub up against each other, and crunchy grass-bits show between the sidewalk cracks. My skin glows like the sun, or heated metal; I take up a lot of space, and my voice ends bigger than it begins instead of fading to echoes.
Angles, grey shrapnel poking into the sky-curtain. Large cities are lonely places. All the people rush by zip-zip-zip like they aren't touching the ground and you are standing stunned in a crosswalk. Glass alleys reach tall and make you feel small, sidewalks pull your feet down into mud and mire. Everyone sees through you; not into, but through. Everyone is made of smoke and clear plastic.
Duluth-
Small towns are cramped and full and hustling. Traffic is worse because roads are smaller. I feel big. My feet leave impressions in the mud and craters in gravel roads. Sky shows between the cracks where squat buildings rub up against each other, and crunchy grass-bits show between the sidewalk cracks. My skin glows like the sun, or heated metal; I take up a lot of space, and my voice ends bigger than it begins instead of fading to echoes.