Behold, the Chinook!
Thursday, June 24, 2010
I wanted to yell “I live there,” but I never lived there. I just hung myself on the window and made myself an annex because I had no plot. I continually identified with people who would not likely identify with me. Watching a bus of blind children roll by on 12th street, something inner screamed Wait for me! with authentic panic that I missed my ride. The children looked at me but did not see me.