Queries and Mass Transit

In the bookstore, a parent calls repeatedly for her child, moving slowly through the maze of shelves. “Grace,” she says: “Grace. Grace.” The same deadpan way a backwards-walking flight attendant holding a bag says “Trash– Trash– Trash” in the dry, cold, foot- and peanut-scented air of the jet. A query, a deadpan demand, a weary need.

–Photo: Davo. Gasometer, Indianapolis, Indiana.


~ by dblomenb on September 27, 2008.

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