Abstract Nonsense about Postmodern Intertextuality and Hegelian Gesundfarbensextenkugelschreiber...
I was born in a small town, its four-digits of population quite quaint compared to these twenty-two square miles of structural steel, noise and filth. This city makes you pensive, thoughtful about your past, inquisitive about your future, enamored with your present. Here, I do alot of thinking. I wake and ride the train, everyone quiet in their half-sleep while I ponder and I ruminate. I consider a variety of things.
Is it possible to be in love with fifty thousand buildings, ten million works of art, patches of wheat-grass in...