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........................

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