Uprootedness

Here the dead move with the tectonic shifts of the fault. Like an insomniac moments before falling into sleep, the earth wakes in small jerks for centuries, swallowing up memories.

Below the hill, an incessant hum of the freeway, of Harleys barking up Mission Street. A broken CD lies by the foot of a smashed gravestone, apparently the lone celebrant in some time.

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Big cities are holocausts of humanity

~Emile Zola