#170 and in a field of aging heather a dream of the future fell like ballast tossed from a failing balloon

i stand in the middle of ten thousand streets all at once and everywhere they lead is nowhere each screaming in concrete seducing with slick rainsoaked curves but each a dead end none to salvation nor even to acceptable ruin ten thousand streets all at once everywhere a spiderweb traffic jam of industrial strength chaos linear asphalt beauty a din of scrape and roar all leading to madness madness of desire madness of restlessness madness of choice madness of singularity madness of loss madness of responsibility madness of hope madness of hopelessness bhagiti 10.6.07 perrysburg, oh