(no subject)
I am suspended on wire in a plexiglass box over the city of Seattle, Washington for no reason other than to watch the demise of the city. The city destroys itself daily...I'm not talking about the newspaper crumpled and thrown in the subway corner or the drunk pissing on the curb. No. I am speaking of the color of the cars that have begun to inhabit these streets. Many are yellow. Many are yellow with green pinstripes. There are those cars that are red with black highlights and flames painted atop each spoiler. Some belong to you. Others, you might say, belong to me.