someone whispers a word. it could be someone enthusiastic & waiting for a bus on martin luther king jr blvd, at a few blocks from the lloyd center. this word becomes a component of a fresh formless moment.

that moment might manifest as part of the experience of a couple walking south in riverside park near the ross island bridge.


the air here has a taste & texture that is augmented by the immediate surroundings. near parts of the river, the air is augmented by earthy water & the metallic tang of bridges, cars, trains, & riverside factories.

on the west side of the river, in the hills, home to quieted homes, the air has a nuanced austere addictive.


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