Taxis

Yellow, a thesis on everyday life. How you yellow. Stopping the patient among us, as if we were actually anyone or you, the smart one with a degree in spelunking and not enough change or reading Tasso you discovered what a tropism was, let the journalist in you have his idea of what the vehicle should be called, asked about it, hurrying us to our home to figure out just what gives every part of a building its just dimensions. And in the evening, side by side we have just discovered the change in our lives, a hunch that a hand waved in the weather would remain aloft, proof any reduction was in vain, would go by, on.