He looks down, he stopped looking up a long time ago. Searching for answers in the sky, like truth in tarot.
This was once temporary, now it’s set in stone and there ain’t no way out.


Students walk on by, lady with her child in a stroller, old man smoking and an older lady with a long strapped bag and an umbrella.
Just another day.

Untied shoelaces, glass on the seats and the 18th avenue exodus. It’s a strange congress of imaginations which can cause this avalanche of emotions.


Like George said, “it’s not always going to be this grey, all things must pass.”


The train stops and starts, sunny days and rainy afternoons.
Trading gold for a smile is costly but it has a side effect called peace of mind, which hits most of the time.


Man’s clothes are greasy but his hands are clean. His bed may be unmade, but his pillow is a portal to paradise.


Temporary lulls, jet plane speed and then…

Temporary occupancies can seem comfortable…
The man looks up and then down again. Feels a pull within and falls to the ground. It was all temporary…