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7.30.2005

8th street, between walnut and chestnut 

by 10:30pm on jeweler's row in philadelphia, the diamond rings and gold chains are locked up for the night. in the store windows, structural terrariums await the coming decor. white felt necks and fingers; hacked and hemmed to the whims of tomorrow's affairs. it remains inviting after hours-- despite its lack of function-- triggering those everyday apocalypse aesthetics... the shopper's void made present... its (obligatory) desiring nothingness... and the icy cool it acquires as a result. all of which had me tuned in, for a moment, walking home tonight.

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