ODA took this picture somewhere in DUMBO. Elbow Toe scribed it in deep blue chalk on a forgotten door. It's immediately sad and hopeful. Why must we spend the bulk of our days riding the F train with ghosts and sharing desk space with strangers when our true friends are scattered thousands of miles between here and there? These are old friends and new, but all who divide one's sorrow and multiply one's joy. Do they know that I miss them dearly? Toe, I'm trying to shoot your sweet little message a bit further so that the friends I never call hear it, too.
Monday, December 11, 2006
"I Pledge Aliegence" [sic]
ODA took this picture somewhere in DUMBO. Elbow Toe scribed it in deep blue chalk on a forgotten door. It's immediately sad and hopeful. Why must we spend the bulk of our days riding the F train with ghosts and sharing desk space with strangers when our true friends are scattered thousands of miles between here and there? These are old friends and new, but all who divide one's sorrow and multiply one's joy. Do they know that I miss them dearly? Toe, I'm trying to shoot your sweet little message a bit further so that the friends I never call hear it, too.
2 comments:
I can here you but maybe the rest of the folks don't know you have a blog, Mr. Bummer. Maybe you, like me, think that if people really want to know they will come looking. When they do, they will find your very heartflelt message.
I meant hear not here... What a dork I am!
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