I feel sorry for the trees off of interstate 84 planted in the picnic area of the McDonalds; situated there to give a touch of atmosphere to an otherwise plastic scene.
I feel like one of them someitmes. All tree-y and wild and connected to the earth with life and nourishment coursing, gracing through me. But my roots pressed up against the concrete of the suburbs, my soul situated in the midst of a plastic culture promising the fulfillment of plastic dreams.
It's hard to flourish beneathe the golden arches.
Hm. True.
ReplyDeleteTrue dat. We need to hang out sometime
ReplyDeletethrough a roundabout turn of events in some place in cyberspace, i noticed you. i hope i've found you well, my friend.
ReplyDeleteoh and see, it doesn't show my name, which is strange (like fiction). comment three is from me. -karis-
ReplyDeletewell said.
ReplyDeletei feel like this too. (i gulp for fresh air admist the exhaust of busy subrubia)
i hope you're well aram!
hey aram. greetings from masumbo, tanzania. things are quite well here. just wanted to say hello. what are you up to?
ReplyDeletehey aram. greetings from masumbo, tanzania. things are quite well here. just wanted to say hello. what are you up to?
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