six hours from my own
in chicago it was everywhere people everywhere coats people with coats. people, coats, boots, scarves, feet. people people everywhere people, and a blinding glimpse of a completely different life. throngs of consciousness that look right through the rest.
in chicago it was everywhere people everywhere coats people with coats. people, coats, boots, scarves, feet. people people everywhere people, and a blinding glimpse of a completely different life. throngs of consciousness that look right through the rest.
but i wish i could go back in winter and watch the people who have worn knife blades on ice since they could walk exhaling ice crystals with stars reflected in their pupils.
