What is it that you do? What is at stake, and where is your heart? Remember Kafka’s imperial messenger? Are you sitting at the window, dreaming?
Between the broken satellites, below jaundiced clouds pumped fat with sulfate, through the hazy smog of the smokestacks, between the San Francisco and Los Angeles scrapers, in the midst of wars, where the economy is wheezing, when representation is key, somewhere in Berkeley by Strawberry Creek, Dr....more