...It`s snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down.He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom. (From Corman McCarthy, THE ROAD)
January 15, 2005
today, saturday, the first sun after weeks of pouring rain, this small almost washed out graffiti I so downtown yesterday:
"Poor Mexico. So far from God and so near the United States."
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