augury doggerel

Friday, August 08, 2003


First there was the dwarf. Then, two days ago, the black man on the bus. To you, cosmopolite, he might be a typical man in a typical business suit, but he was the first black man I'd seen here in ages, maybe the first this year. And now a pair of identical middle-aged white men walking abreast in identical synthetic shirts and slacks, the first adult twins I can remember seeing here ever. It could all mean nothing. But maybe they're messengers, the dwarf construction worker, the black businessman, the twins of synthesis. Harbingers out harbinging, precursing the cursors. A dumb show for a simple audience.


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