Why must something so close feel so far away? Why must something so lovely also be as big and
scary as the ghosts hiding under my nail beds? I long for a real world away from these suburban city
streets reeking with the secrets and secretions of the American middle class. I long for green trees
wrapped around the throats of skyscrapers in an attempt to get them to listen. I wish to see men and
women locked in an embrace as strong as love but quite the opposite as they walk lazily to their ever
present corporate bloodlines.