report 000009: interlude

& the journalist said: do you like it here? & we said: we'll never tell.

picking up (pieces &c.); the urban cowboy-warrior. notes toward some shuffling dance. proliferation: we work the crowd.

maybe now we're adults, getting home & into beds before too late. maybe also we've just taken it underground, navigating the street-sides by feel, reflexive, honest. there is a glory that rises up: long highway lines receding, vanishing point of reflectors. it's very cold, but brisk, yes - sharp.