Abstract verse on the sidewalk...

I walk across the 14th Street bridge twice a day at least five days a week...on my way to and from work. For several moths there has been a quote scawled across the sidewalk on the South East end of the bridge. I recognized it immediatly from Amelie... the quote is from Hipolito - the writer dipicted in the film "Without you, the emotions of today would be the scurf of yesterday's".

On Wednesday, I noticed that a second line of script had been added to the bridge only a few steps North of the first. This one was much less obvious then the first, and perhapse more enchanting...it is signed elliot, which after some research I have found no reference to T.S. Elliot...

Making metamorphic transpositions. Lovers in a hand hold. To a secret romance that takes place in a secret sky, like the feeling of waking without sound, yes, this is when she enters my spere, to the secret sky - occupants of two. I am jealous when observing you, not because of flight or flock, or your call and chorus. I watch and see how close you are between your body and its space. You are able to touch what I can see, embrace your body on its surface, making love with a resting place. - elliot



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*Originally posted at: Twisted ramblings from the mouse that runs the brain