Monday, July 09, 2007

Grid


Grid
Originally uploaded by Drift Words
I saw something shining in my face, oddly. It was the Euston Road, which I was in the process of crossing, once again. Interrupted from my thought (how far away we are now from the beginning of the fresh day) I fumbled with the machine, and aimed and pressed the switch. Just before the light changed.

Later, it provokes some unusual quotations from, what, Philip K Dick?