22 May, 2005
blinkered... paralyzed

this is just the kind of image that i never keep for posterity... washed out, unrepresentative, soulless.
considering the state of my less-than-two-hours of sleep following miles and extra miles of travel, alcohol and substances, incessant conversation, and shouting my vocal chords to rags to all the lyrics i knew in a packed, sweaty, tattooed hall... it's goddamned accurate.
it should look soulless... looking onto the landmark-less view of D.C., all i can thing was, on this day, "the city is a vacuum."
populated by tourists... sightseers... absent of legislators. and those few who choose, or don't choose, to exist there.
unfair... maybe. but damaged minds see thus.
but... maybe my mind was the real vacuum.

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