Running for Your Life: Subway Jottings

It is a fraught time
When the hinges
Come off
And looking away
Is not frowned upon.

(Written on Day Two after reading Marilynne Robinson on poverty and the classical economists …)

Watching grown men
Thinking on television
Sends me to the pages
Of a good book.

Bar codes
Make me crazy mad.

Algorithms are live feeds from the devil’s workshop.

Must we always go forward
And accept that nostalgia is death?

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