Tuesday, November 13, 2007


I work hard... but I still dream of our Utopia.. I can see the currency fluttering around in my mind's eye: Bills that bare not an image of a monarch nor president, but a rough sketch of Van Gogh's severed earlobe. Under that, it says 'this is neither legal, nor tender.' What we demand is eye contact. Sometimes I think the four chambers of our hearts are microcosms of the four seasons. And sometimes I sleep. -Vita

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