I’m looking for a bus stop. I’m guessing there’s one in 112 plant pots’ time. 112 square pots all the same, lined up like guards. No weeds. Ready to face the invisible army. Ten stone slabs to every marked pavement square. Ten pavement squares to every one minute of looking. No weeds. And how many more pavement squares to the bus-stop? To infinity? Hmmm, things to face in the war for the bus-stop … blinding light off faceless glass building; cloned surroundings, losing the will to live. Where am I?
Gera, 01/10/2008
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