THE BITTER COSMOS

          The bricks come alive at night and switch places on the side of the Omnax building.  Parking meters break free of the ground and walk past bike racks, which are playing hide and go seek.  The train tracks derail and place themselves on abandoned dirt roads.  Dumpsters roll themselves onto highways, telephone poles wander the streets, billboards plop themselves next to houses and stop signs line up like a marching band within the financial district.

          Tomorrow, mankind will be confused as Hell.

-SLL