AND SO I BROUGHT
IT TO PRINCETON
Yes, that's right. Soon after the lights came on
and the sky was yet dark and all those dull
streets were yet aching. I'd just left Manhattan
after climbing the bridge with that crazy camera
guy : he'd just done the tunnel and the homeless
as well - all that underground subway stuff.
Low lights were blazing, and they filmed while
that nervous person talked way too fast for
sense alone to listen. He lit a match, it seemed,
with his forefinger; he pissed in the corner by
the puddle. It all felt like 1910. Everything
was swirling and busy. And so I brought it
all to Princeton just to listen to the sound.
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