in the city, I tend to forget that outside of the
metropolitan New York area, most of the Northwest
is a bombed-out wasteland of graffiti-covered row
houses, desolate, broken warehouses and general destruction.
I was heading down to visit my sister at her in-laws,
three hours on New Jersey Transit, transfer to the
SEPTA line into the blackened shell of Philadelphia,
hilarious, dessicated murals of our Founding Fathers
on the sides of buildings that can no longer be lived
in, and nobody in sight. No people live here, it seems;
we've burned the soil and moved on, farther out into
the suburbs, into the pine barrens, until eventually
there will be nothing left to destroy. And the train
kept going, gliding roughly over tracks that have
been here forever.