Wednesday, November 26, 2003

Dream: Urban decay. Squalid playground equipment, eruptions of weeds through asphalt, the silent carcass of a lobotomized city. An almost tactile sense of abandonment.

The stage for tomorrow's Plaza Lighting Ceremony is taking form outside my window.

Blogger is giving away one free audio-blogging session to non-subscribers. What should I say?

"An alien nation in therapy, sliding naked and new . . ."

--David Bowie, "Dead Man Walking"
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