Saturday, September 03, 2011

beautiful sense of displacement

biking at night, fully in that one place, with its darkened stillwarm evening quiet, the old streets. listening to "Coney Island Low" at the same time, the gulls, the soft crash of surf, and being there just as much. and in this dual existence, at two times and on two places, happiness, as if twofold me in one silence.

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