Saturday, January 30, 2010


It is January 30.  Already I have been back home for as long as I was in Panamá.  Already I am mired in the relentless regularity of work punctuated by weekends.

Everthing is gray here:  the sky is gray, the buildings are gray, even the people are gray, as if the life has been sucked out of them.

Today it is 19 degrees and snowing.  My fingers are stiff, my bones are cold.

Oh my Panamá, where are you?

The Lifeless City
(No, this is not a black-and-white image;
it just looks that way.)


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