Givat Ram, 2013

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Gary Goldstein הגיב:

אוגוסט 24, 2020 בשעה 11:48 am

I saw people walking by in the street. The same street with it's new sidewalks and street lights. All new drainage to lead rainwater away. Passing by crumbling buildings. Balconies. Filthy shutters. I glimpse fractals of life behind those shutters. Mothers. Fathers. Children. Tied white curtains. I see the glare of the midday sun, keeping me indoors. Away from the oppressive humid heat. I find it stifling, exhausting to always see these minor failings and weaknesses. Sitting in a tribunal of a surveillance state of my own making. In constant judgement of myself. I had to laugh too. I know that it is ridiculous seeing myself as so abject. An object of pity. A subject for continual derision. That judgement. That solitary aloneness becomes my nature. My known state of being. More than a half century away, I see glimmers. Flickering images. More akin to vague feelings. Awakened. Conjured from chance images or words. The street. The block. The continent. The world couldn't have cared less.

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