Jul 14, 2008


Note from Saturday morning:

Mud and sky. Garbage cans turned to bogged-down boats and cranes, overhead, stand stark like skeltal one-armed birds. Behind the airport, at the construction site, while the noir-fog burns off, the men in fluorescent vests scurry-scurry with straps and hoists, chains, train cars and cranes, and they look like little yellow lilliputians.