The Inverted Pedestrian

dimboola

admin — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 10:38:34 +0000

… worlds of difference would be evident, if, just for a day, the town and the city sat a block apart …

tram tracks

admin — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 10:26:52 +0000

… to roam, border free, foot on dirt, is a privilege gradually being removed …

leaving

admin — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 10:22:36 +0000

… societies hidden guts are made of machines of such scale, our strength seems insignificant. Here the praise of our intelligence, contradicts our abilities to survive …

beginning

admin — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 10:03:19 +0000

… through the suburbs the train moves, past containers bringing goods to supermarket shelves. Our workers toil to meet the growing demands …

suburbia

admin — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 09:59:53 +0000

… flat plains of earth, priced and fabricated, the generic dirt provides foundation for social yearning. A desire for others belongings, a longing for the down graded portal into the endless world of televised opportunity …

tree line

admin — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 07:52:23 +0000

… they grind away, repetitively splurging their effluent, supported by the addicts of pollution. People gripped by sulpher tinged green backs, and ten buck notes …

clouds

admin — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 07:43:46 +0000

… outside a thin veil of foliage removes death from sight. Behind spans a decaying landscape composed of dried farmers, clinging to the needs of convict times …

goods train

admin — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 07:41:03 +0000

… the perverse nature of prolific product stares our destiny in the eye. A stare that draws a wry smile, cracking dry lips that lie festering beneath individual plastic wraps …

imported sand

admin — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 07:30:05 +0000

… land dwelling creatures such as our selves are so often confronted by waters mass. In this instance, and this is but a pause, the spread of blue provides a place of reflection …

drifting

admin — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 07:13:01 +0000

… sliced in two by land that is, for only a period. A constrast to the inner red where these sailers dwell. The scene is still, the wind is absent …