Etherworld
YESTERDAY I AWOKE IN A FOG (literally for a change). It shrouded our ‘hood in mystery and grandeur. A sudden suburban jungle. On my way to get a paper. Click to enlarge.
The crowing of our neighbor’s illegal rooster completes the equatorial village vibe.
Some neighb’s wish this empty school would disappear. And for several hours, it did.
Bright yet obscure. Empty yet full. Familiar yet foreign. Sublimity in seeing less.
