All the drains of this city were getting cleaned…
All the filths were getting plucked from the singularity.
Condoms, plastics, foods, shits were taken out along with a significant amount of loneliness.
I go out now…and I still see the lives of the dinginess of this city…
All the balconies are flooded with the regretting and addicted people…
All the crossings are crowded with dumbness and lack of thoughts.
The drains are getting cleaned…the sewage is prolific as well as the open legs of an old whore…
I guess with whatever we are left, we should spare all that on building bridges.
I guess madness is in the process of knowing things…really knowing things.

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Photograph: Howard Greenberg.