In Transit: A SuitePiotr Gwiazda
1 First day of spring, mild forms of paranoia. Don't give out your PIN. Don't volunteer unnecessary information. Don't walk into my picture. Human means humus, soil. 2 Meeters and greeters. An empty bus, with jetlag eyes. A woman in a red coat, seen twice in one day, thousands of miles apart. 3 An out-of-place NO EXIT sign. 4 I have a perfect metaphor for us . . . THIS TRUCK MAKES FREQUENT STOPS. "Are those recyclables?" Red means Stop. Green means Go. Orange means Orange.
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