Month: January 1997

It’s like a regular thing when I tell myself that I have a short attention span — But a bridge can’t have a short attention span; Otherwise it would be a ramp, or just a place for people to stand around. Maybe it’s just having a sense of the overall vision, an almost-glimpse-from-the-corner-of-my-eye disappearing-around-the-corner-shadow-in-fast-motion just-beyond-the-reach-of-my-sideview-mirror-hiding-inside-a-chrome-glare…