So last night I sent out an early Santa Claus picture of himself. I estimate that I was 2 years old, maybe heading to 3. My sister was likely in my mother’s belly, or just freshly out. So that might be why…
“Tunnel Vision” Down in the earth. Dug out. Hide out. Subterranean surreal. What sounds come from train tunnels when there are no trains? Real rails. Solid, metallic. Rigid and bendy. Electric wires spun like webs, waiting to coax conveyances through. Darkly…
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