J.P.
Description: Oh, hi there! I didn't see you...you must be crossing the highway, right? Wanna cross together? Well, maybe let's sit down. The exhaust isn't as bad if you breathe through your nostrils. Wanna try some Pranayama while we wait for the bus? I've been cashiering at that gas-station and writing on receipts. When I bike home over the black highway, I watch the moon listening to SOPHIE. If I scratch a seed syllable into the pillars of the underpass, will you struggle to keep living?
J.P.