in a hotel room overlooking the ocean..........On the
floor beside the day
bed,
an ever accelerating hit count
.......lay a stack of print publications--
from whence their texts emerged.....Environment, Environmental Science
and Technology
in the woods, the snow was falling.......
Environmental Design --
frosted grass in the meadow........their glossy covers
shutdown.......and professionally laid out feature length print
prose
beneath its deceptive accessibility........
.......... seemingly mocking
................................the CyberCreek's dense byte-built information
structures
......................that only see the light of day
.................................in rural offices where they are
embodied
like rocks or sharp pieces of broken glass....... on antique dot
matrix printers.
the stranger from a town named Mountain View ........
black icy streets................. at regular intervals.........
attacking at the crossroads........
the human behind the text.............
outside of Durango, Utica, Gainesville, and Alameda.
..............................
In Boca Raton, where the snow never
falls..............
"damage control," she whispered seductively............
in flesh to flesh interactions..........
dragging me under........
hunting and gathering in cyberspace........
blue shirt.......................
blue jeans.........................
potato soup......................
working...............
footprints..........................
a dark corner....................
walking.............................
riding................................
the horizon........................