a universe, of many

a universe, of many

“at 3am in providence the street lights go mad, and we are sleeping”

late at night, every night, there is a light show in our city, but we are not there to see it. i can’t help but think that we must have built our cities looking up, hoping to create little galaxies for ourselves on earth.

i find it poetic. i also think it’s lonely.

this then, is my subjective mapping of the poetry and loneliness that i see in the street lights at night. it is a composite of photographs. no lights have been erased or altered; the lights have been put together to create one place, and many places, both on earth and in the sky.

 
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{ 12/13/2012    4 Assignment 8   
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