(converts
light to resistance)
In french a
‘touring car’ is ‘torpedo.' What was shining down had us all stilled. A hearse
lives inside of me, it spurts a little diesel and moves slowly on. A tree lives
inside of the hearse, like a seed inside of a mouse. When we see a couple in
love maybe we remember what that is like, a wedding maybe, that spark that
launched our own attempts, failures, successes. No matter what every human has felt some kind of love, or
been in it, may or may not hope to know that thing again. The head of a metal
creature strung along the wall glares and sometimes one attaches something to
it.
