in the concrete
in the concrete
heat, the city
always rubs
back,
and no one
apologizes
for impatience
.
Yi Ching Lin
Posted over on her site Yi's Bits
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::INSIGHT::
What we see, we have already "read" as our visual cortex filters our perceptions down through the doors of our experiences. What we read is immediately transposed perceptually to some kind of image that is compatible with our imagination. Here you will find much to read, and lots to see.
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