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7/18/14 untitled pt. 1


I am convinced that this neighborhood could be an illusion, the houses are family grave stones
I am convinced my neighborhood is a ghost town the material possessions don’t exist, they vanish once the vehicle and person pass the vicinity of “death zone”
others maintain a presence too strong to disappear
the strong live off the affection of the living, this is how I survive
I am loved

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