He thought: In the City it is easy to be invisable, to be there and not-there like a darkness in the light, a stillness in the breeze, music for the deaf, a cinema for the blind.

Stumble It!

He said: "It was the tent poles that held up Heaven over us and kept the rain away before bringing on the night and all that it possessed.

Stumble It!

He thought to himself: "I am the misplaced letter; the change in the weather that wasn't predicted. I am the stain on the carpet, the phone that doesn't ring. I am the cross at the intersection, the unexpected news about a friend's misfortune. I am the one who sits and waits.

Stumble It!

A typical day in a typical city in America.

Stumble It!

Watching the river flow

Stumble It!