Day Six. To Know.

807A0807-ModificaThe midnight carriage passes through Times Square. Two white skinned fifty years old have left the Ohio to come here. To show off a bovine breast squeezed in a satin bustier, together with the all the meat in surplus. 

They jump up and down with the rhythm of the horses march, with their nose up and their heads in flowers . 

To get caught in the too much light of this place and that, for the time of a square, they have imagined to be themselves. 

I, in my exhausted body for the time it is now, do not recognize myself in nothing else than what I know, unable as I am to be like them. Free from the fear of being misinterpreted