I've often wondered what it would be like to see the trails of personal history. I can do it in my mind, see where I was three years ago on the very same corner, but to have a record..
I think part of it is the way the people have become a ghostly mist with just hints of humanity ... sort of a feeling of desolation and presence, all at the same time.
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Date: 2008-06-12 11:38 pm (UTC)These are wonderful.
Really truly.
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Date: 2008-06-13 04:42 am (UTC)i can feeel them
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Date: 2008-06-13 03:33 pm (UTC)The smartass in me keeps wanting to chime in with "even when you're dead you have to take the subway? More proof I need to live forever."
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