2003-02-12 - 2:14 a.m.
I never noticed this strange fervency to make others pecieve the world as you do. To believe, take for granted that they do.
When I cross the wooden planks on Broadway, as they shuffle and creak under the weight of the taxis, I watch art student and chinese women cross the street. Huddled against the cold, the boards silently threatening to give. I see no optimism or beauty, only coarseness and a kind of dejected sadness.
Transference.
Work was so fucking weird.
~j
+Bruce Springsteen+
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