Sunday, June 1st, 2008
lawrence goeckel | budapest
In Budapest, you become the things
that are moving towards you.
Along the Danube, seagulls are
drinking from potholes. The 7:19 bullies a
crushed Lada down the tracks as a cleaning
crew calmly passes through high rise office
windows. In the apartment building next
door, a woman warms herself in front of the
kitchen stove.
The ticket windows are closed and
all the [...]
