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Alex John Beck  KiyΓ¨s ou ye?

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Buddy of buddies. CK One.
Taken during our period(s) of mutual devastation, after our dinner when we didn't need a salt shaker we just rubbed our faces.
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// bk, ny

In America, most cars on the road are automatic: it's as easy to start as to stop. In Europe, most cars are manual / stick-shift, so moderate-to-bad traffic tends to roll: I sit in 2nd gear, slowly moving forward for kilometers.
But traffic feels less brutal when you creep forward constantly: my mind goes numb, like a runner's after the first mile.
Instead of those other times, at a dead stop on the Sunrise Highway: we rear forward ten feet only to slam on the brakes, and hear for the first time irritation in Teri Gross's voice (though of course it's not normally there).
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// highway pass between Switzerland and Italy

But anyway, the present is a very short time (the length of 'specious time' is hard to quantify, neither 10 minutes nor one second, somewhere in between (and, most importantly, different from one person to the next)). We sit mostly in the past and the future: our mourning and projection so dominate our thoughts.
Language is reductive, just as it is ambiguous, so when we talk about the past infringing on the present we use words like 'ghosts', or 'echoes', things that give shape to the concepts, but don't represent their actual mental form. Memory is far messier than that.
Ghosts move through walls but they don't gut-punch you on hillsides because of the smell of dry grass in the heat. Ghosts don't disappear when you want them to, and ghosts don't seem to represent you, in a patchwork of gauzy associations. Similarly, an echo fades with each repetition, while memory can keep cracking at full strength.
(But, ghosts can take over a city block, making it impossible to enter, like Clinton b/w Vanderbilt and Dekalb).
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// Jamaica, cave beneath the Rockhouse

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