The worn out Shinsaibashi where my workmate tells me she famously played- every night a disco in the heady eighties. Money, money, money…but no more. There is an intriguing aura of decay- the hauntings of past riches.
tarmac
tarmak is empty space between here and there- between the airport and the plane- between here and the other side of the road- space for travelling- you can write on it...chalk is better than paint cos' it's always fresh
8/22/2004
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