Public Transit Poetry

Etched in the ceiling of the 1300 South Trax station:

Surfaces hide more than they tell. Railroad tracks follow the paths of mastodons; winds sweeping canyons of buildings carry the same rains which pocked primeval sand dunes; and ancient glaciers melt to asphalt rivers. Time wheels overhead with stars and ravens, changing lava flows to grocery stores and salt water swamps to car repair shops, changing every old earth shape into every new human hope.

Food for Thought

I slept with Chris & Jakob last night