If you’re inclined to follow, you might ask, Where are we headed? I respond to anyone who might care to listen, If you’re with me, we’re taking a late train to Midtown. I think of Dante in exile and what would follow if he wandered with us among the constant, rambling madness of the 21st century, while flashes of sunlight and shadow penetrate the train car from buildings we pass along the way.
Dead Trees Standing
If you’re inclined to follow, you might ask, Where are we headed? I respond to anyone who might care to listen, If you’re with me, we’re taking a late train to Midtown. I think of Dante in exile and what would follow if he wandered with us among the constant, rambling madness of the 21st century, while flashes of sunlight and shadow penetrate the train car from buildings we pass along the way.