who ever walks there, walks alone
no wind. no rustle of trees. no voices. no clatter of activity. no hum of electricity or HVAC.
lots of history. a moment when you can see, with your mind's eye, The Way This Used To Look. from old tintypes. photographs. vague recollections.
cavalry. muddy crevasses. coffin-shaped cars with poker-chip tires. the wispy haze of the neon sign of a diner. a train wreck. the spectral breeze of centuries of flesh, bone, rubber, wood and metal in motion.
to be continued.
