Feb 27
red kimono february
There was a moment of clarity yesterday, however brief, it was undeniable. It came to me, like a bolt from the blue, wrapped in that same unexpected cotton that I’ve come to love. I was part of the system, just another brick in the wall. We were moving in unison, like hypnotized cattle, submissive to the mantra provoking voice of some unseen cowboy. We were the material that traffic is made of.
We were on our way to work.
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