Pedestrian lanes. Not pedestrians, per se, but their act of walking over those vertical (or is it horizontal?) lines. Throw in a broken stop light. Maybe it's the prospect of being in transit, the crossing from one side of the street to another, that tickles me. Or maybe it's a side effect of The Beatles walking across Abbey Road.
Possibilities. Also, yes, impossibilities. The world is not dim, really; it is a shining beacon, a comet, a star -- whatever celestial body you wish it to be. When one thing ends, another will definitely begin. The Earth is not created round for nothing.
Photographs. While everything is changing, this one doesn't. It fades but it holds on to whatever spark it once held, unlike some people I know.
Now playing: Dave Matthews Band - Crash Into Me
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